Posted on Friday 13 August 2010
Over ten years ago I found a nice set of mountain bike trails near the boarder between Morrisville and Cary. They have become known as just “Morrisville” and have quite a story to tell. I’ve not been one of the trail builders out there so I don’t know all the details of the history but I will share here a little of my memories of riding out there. I’m very grateful to the trail builders for all the hours spent building and maintaining one of my staple early morning rides.
This morning may have been my last ride out there because retail development looks be moving forward again. I think these trails have had nine lives as many times as they have been written off as closed only to come back and sometimes come back stronger with more trail to ride. When I first started riding Morrisville, I could ride from Morrisville Parkway to the back of the Weatherstone neighborhood and only cross some streams and a set of railroad tracks. No too far from the trail I found an old cemetery with grave stones of the “Morris” family, the town’s namesake. Also nearby there were numbered stones that I was told were Civil War era grave markers for soldiers. I paid my respects to the family and soldiers and would often think of them when I rode near that section.
Things started to change as business and retail development started along James Jackson Avenue. I remember one day riding along and coming to an abrupt stop where the trail ended and a sea of graded red mud began. One day it was there, the next day the trail was gone. Around that time I met a guy who said he was the trail builder and he told me about the cemetery and other things he had come across out there. Oddly enough, he had an office in one of the buildings that was now in place of where the trail used to be.
Not long after that, Cary Parkway came through and sliced off more trail. I rode along the trail and come up to an enormous wall of red dirt which was to be part of the bridge over the railroad tracks. After a long period of riding, I heard the land was sold and the industrial building was being torn down. It seemed like the end was imminent as bull dozer tracks were seen criss-crossing the property. Then the economy fell out, the project was put on hold and our trail had more life to give. We gladly rode a couple more years.
An article in the news the past week mentioned that the developers are hoping to close a deal this week and that first phase dirt could move next week. I understand progress and all, but I will still miss those trails. On my ride this morning I wanted to go all out, leave no log uncleared, leave no jump untaken and enjoy the beauty of a little corner in Morrisville. I said goodbye to the herds of deer that watch me ride by. I said goodbye to the frogs that jump in the creeks when they hear me. I said goodbye to the turtles that tuck into their shells as we yell out ‘Turtle!’ to let the riders behind us know to keep an eye out for the little guys. I said goodbye to the fox that follows us around sometimes. I said goodbye to the pine tree groves and the hardwood covered hills. I even said goodbye to the poison ivy along the railroad tracks. I listened for the last time as the 7:00am Peidmont train blew its whistle as it approached the crossing at Morrisville Parkway.
When I finished the ride I just stopped and listened to the woods. I listened to the memories I had of good times and of changing seasons. I have to admit that a scene from the movie Avatar came to mind as I stood there. The one where the giant bulldozer is driving through leveling the trees where the Na’vi can go connect with their ancestors. I wanted to stop the bulldozers to protect the forest and all the creatures that live there. I wanted to preserve the balance between nature and the people who shared the same air.
I know it is not possible to save bootleg trails so I do my part to support building of sanctioned trails, even if I can’t ride them. Hopefully someday the IMBA Trailbuilding Fund will bring some awesome singletrack to our neck of the woods and we’ll have new memories to form. TORC has done a great job of promoting mountain biking and trail building in the area. Hopefully between IMBA and TORC, more open space can be preserved.
Again I thank the trail builders for keeping the trail alive even when all hope was lost, several times. I’ll gladly buy you a beer if we meet up someday.
Maybe something will happen, or should I say not happen, and we will have more time to ride Morrisville.
See you on the trails. (the other trails)
