Thorn Apples are very attractive. They have a pretty flower and grow wild. But, beware! They are also known as Jimson Weed (will make horses crazy) and Devil’s Snare (will make the rest of us crazy). Check the plant out here. They have a viscious barbed seed pod that is almost impossible to remove from the fur of a long-haired dog.
While walking along a creek bed in Castlewood State Park yesterday, Kris and I went to take a look at some late blooming flowers. These were near the Thorn Apples we had identified earlier in the year. The Thorn Apple seed pods are quite large – as much as .75 inch long and .50 inches around. Dog friend Lizzie was with us as usual. Nothing unusual about the walk or the company.
About an hour after our walk, my husband noticed that Lizzie was limping. I checked it out and identified a burr in the pad of one foot. We teamed up and attempted several times to remove the burr. Nothing doing! Lizzie, a very mild-mannered, good-natured dog snapped at both of us.
So, a trip to the vet was in order. That happened this afternoon. It didn’t take them very long to remove the burr – but it was FIVE burrs! Poor doggie! She does not like the vet on a good day. This was definitely not a good day for her – except that once she was free of the burrs, she was back to her usual frisky self.
Later, we walked at Castlewood again. On a different trail, far from those darned Thorn Apples.
I have been walking at Emmenegger Park for years. It’s a Kirkwood (MO) City Park on the banks of the Meramec River as the river flows under I-44 a few yards west of I-270. The park is tucked between the two highways, the river, and a rather isolated outer road that winds for a couple miles from Geyer Road, past Powder Valley State Park. If you don’t know that park is there, you are unlikely to stumble upon it. Most people never make it past Powder Valley.
Emmenegger was once ‘the’ Kirkwood city Park. It had a nice pool and bath house, a couple baseball diamonds, a pavillion, and some nice trails. After the flood of 1993 which devastated much of the St. Louis area on both sides of the Mississippi and Missouri Rivers, the park fell into disuse. The pool was filled in after that. Then, after the floods of last year, the pavillion is gone now as are the baseball diamonds. The trails, luckily, remain.
The entire park is not large with less than two miles of trails. But, they are great trails! There is a creek running through the park, two steep trails – one overlooking the river and one overlooking the outer road. The river overlook has several rock outcroppings offering a place to stop and take in the sights of the river as well as the sounds of the soccer park across the river.
Emmenegger has one other advantage. No bikes! While I love to share the trail with bikes, it’s a relief to have the trails to ourselves from time to time. No hassles with the dog being scared by a bike. No having to step aside into the bushes to allow a bike to pass. No being startled rounding a bend. No having to remind bikers to announce as they come upon me from the rear (which is posted on all trails shared by bikers and walkers).
Emmenegger is a wonder. It’s mostly used by dogwalkers. It has a devoted group of volunteers who cut back the invasive honeysuckle. It remains undiscovered by the masses. So, if you’re interested in walking on a path that’s not ‘beaten’, skip on over to this one. It’s worth it. And it calls me back again and again.
My daughter and I live about a half hour drive (in no traffic) away from one another. Lately we’ve been trying to get together once a week or so for a walk. I have more time on my hands these days, so I try to save her some time by driving to her neck of the woods. Well – if there were woods! While she lives near Forest Park, we have not been able to find my preferred trails – unpaved and covered with mulch, wood chips, or just plain dirt. Forest Park has a few such trails, but they also seem to include at least an equal distance of paved paths. And, there are bikes, strollers, skateboards. Gets too busy for us.
So, I went looking for a suitable place to walk near her. Came up empty for several weeks. Then, one day when my husband and I were running (driving!) errands in that part of town, I saw a street sign that indicated a City Park. After we finished our work, we checked out the park.
What a find! The park is very near a huge mall (The Galleria) and an extremely busy strip mall area, the Promenade. I hate having to deal with the extreme traffic at the Promenade, so I typically steer clear of it as much as possible. Tucked in, down a narrow side street less than a mile from the Galleria and within spitting distance of the Promenade is the MidCounty Y and the park. It’s actually a series of parks – Hanley, Memorial, and a couple others.
The park contains a paved walking trail, picnic areas, gazebos, tennis courts, playgrounds, and assorted other suburban park amenities. I checked the map at the park and learned that there was at least one lengthy trail in the park. I assumed it was paved, but since it was mostly shady and the park was tranquil and lovely, I would be happy to walk there.
Later that day, I met my daughter and we set off for our walk. There were plenty of twists and turns along the trail, plenty of turn left or turn right. We kept exploring and soon discovered that once we crossed a foot bridge over a creek, there were mulch trails amid the trees! It was a lovely day, so we felt compelled to explore as many of these trails as possible. Quite a treat!
Turns out that there are 5 or 6 streets that cross the very busy Brentwood Blvd but dead end after a length of 1-3 blocks. The dead ends are where the park land starts. With no need to trespass on any private property, we were able to walk through a maze of hilly, crisscrossing mulch trails, plotted out under the cover of mature trees. The trails contained foot bridges over creeks and some paths led right down to the water. In an earlier era, there would have been a phenomenal swimming hole under one of the pedestrian bridges. Braver souls than I might still splish and splash around in the creek. My assessment of the creek revealed that there is absolutely no wildlife existing – not a minnow or a tadpole, not a water stridor or a snake, turtle, or frog. Too sad. It would have made a great, almost secret swimming hole, a true gem when you can identify one and use it.
Now, I must phone my buddy who lives on one of the dead end streets there to determine why he never told me about the trails behind his house. He better have a really good explanation for withholding awareness of these trails. I know his boys would have scrambled all over the neighborhood and were experts in what will henceforth be called ‘The Lost Trails Behind Brentwood Place’. He’s got some ‘splaining to do.
While I’m awaiting his explanation – likely to be a convoluted attempt to dig himself out of the dog house he knows he’ll find himself in once I’m done with him. While I’m waiting for all that, I’ll be learning these trails backwards and forewards, up and down, back and forth. This little gem of a park, this little series of 3 or 4 parks strung together throughout the blocks that comprise an industrial park. It turns out that with the anchor of a Y at one end, the dead end streets in nice residential areas, and the light industrial businesses create a uniquely appealing and approachable park setting.
We will continue to explore all the nooks and crannies, happily strolling the ups and downs, the twists and turns, the creek side and foot bridges to get the ‘refill’ that is readily available from a walk in the woods.
Are you familiar with Forest Park? It’s the largest city park in the US. Yes, it’s larger than NYC’s Central Park. The park is large enough to hold a lot of attractions – a world renown zoo (free admission), the world class Muny (lots of free seats for every performance), our outstanding Art Museum (free all the time and special exhibits free on Fridays), a golf course (not free), the Arthur Ashe Tennis Courts (not sure if free or not), handball courts, the Jewel Box (huge green house facility, probably not free), the History Museum, Turtle Park (cool, free little playground), ball fields, horse stables and trails, ponds stocked with fish, and lots of biking and hiking trails.
I bet I missed some great attraction(s) at FP. It’s an amazing place, pretty every season of the year. The park is bounded on one side by I64/40. The other three sides are scenic, however. The western boundary is Skinker Blvd, along which are lovely buildings and the illustrious Washington University in St Louis (Danforth Campus). The eastern boundary is Grand Blvd, along which are Barnes Hospital, St. Louis Children’s Hospital, Shriner’s Hospital, and several other hospitals and the St. Louis College of Pharmacy alongside lovely old residential buildings and the venerable Chase Park Plaza hotel and complex. On the northern border of the park is a mile long row of mansions, each one more beautiful than the last, along Lindell Blvd.
Back to those trails. There are both biking and hiking trails around and throughout the park. The biking trails are blacktop, lined surfaces. The hiking trails are a mix. Some are paved, some are mulch and dirt, some are gravel. Many of the hiking trails are shaded in the summer but sunlit in the winter.
I grew up within walking distance of FP and today was my first day ever hiking there! The park is a 20-30 minute drive from my house, but well worth the trip. My friend, Steph, lives a couple blocks from the park (as do two of my kids), and we walked together this morning. It was a lovely day, nice temp with low humidity. Steph is familar with the hiking trails. so she led Liz (the pooch) and me for our hour long walk. We walked by the Zoo and through the Kennedy Forest (a famous haunt of talented St Louis Post-Dispatch columnist Bill McClellan) and for several blocks in the charming DeMun Neighborhood that straddles St. Louis City and the chic suburb of Clayton.
I recommend FP as a wonderful place to hike/walk/bike. I’ll be heading that way again before too much more time elapses!
Eighteen is the number of years I have been walking for exercise every single day. Before that, I could not muster up much appreciation for merely taking a walk. I had been playing racquetball for a couple of hours 3-4 days a week – and I loved it! I would run back to play racquetball RIGHT NOW if I had younger knees. But the knees, replaced tho’ they are, will just not tolerate racquetball or tennis.
Racquetball was my first true love. Everything before racquetball was merely preparation for racquetball. Time spent off the racquetball court was time wasted. I played anytime I could, for several hours at a time. And, I played to win. I was nice and courteous on the court, but my goal was to beat my opponent – or at least give my opponent a good game. One that would keep that person wanting to play me again and again.
Then my knee pain took me to the Orthopedic Surgeon who told me my racquetball days were numbered. He told me something like, people like you need to walk, swim, or ride a bike. What! Walking seemed so, oh, boring. Swimming had always been hard on my hair and my skin. Not to mention, expensive to find a club with a pool. Biking, a very pleasurable activity of my youth, seemed like an Emergency Room visit just waiting to happen. Me, helmeted and knee braced, competing with automobiles for space on the road was not appealing.
I had a couple friends who walked regularly. My mom walked every day with her friends. I thought I’d at least give it a try. My original goal was to walk to and from the grocery store almost exactly one mile from my front door so I could check out movies. Remember when grocery stores had movies to rent? It was eighteen years ago.
I leashed my little dog and headed out. Because I had a house full of teenagers, sometimes I walked two or three times a day. Every day, I got a few steps closer to the grocery store. Before long, I made it to the grocery’s video section, tied up the dog, checked out some movies, and headed back home. Two miles accomplished.
Did I say I had a house full of teens? If walking won’t get you out of your own home, fleeing the raging hormones of adolescence, then nothing useful will. The dog was game. The weather mostly cooperated. I took my sail out of their wind. They would follow me to the bathroom and yell at me through the door – but they NEVER followed me on a walk. So much for the energy of youth. I was much more energetic – and motivated.
I began walking several times a week with my very long-legged friend Sal who, I feel to this day, often humors me by slowing her lanky pace to match my own stubby-legged gait. We talked, laughed, occasionally cried, but always walked.
What I had once thought of as boring had become central to my life. I was feeling better and losing weight. My kids were benefitting by not having me in their business. Sal and I never missed our walking ‘dates’. We got our kids raised and solved most of the world’s other problems on those walks.
As time went by and my endurance improved, I was able to tackle trails at local parks. I increased my circle of friends, focusing on new friends who wanted to walk. My house did not fall down, the bills got paid, groceries were purchased, laundry washed and folded. Nothing bad happened during my one hour ‘sessions’ away from the house. All the work was still there (as no one else did it. Credit my dear Mamaw for that insight.) I was better able to take care of all the business of living, improve my health, enlarge my circle of friends, and find a reliable spiritual source all by just going for my walks. Where else/How else does one get all that for just 30-60 minutes a day?
I walk with my dog most of the time. She loves her walks and behaves nicely on park trails. She is quite the lady in that she prefers to do her ‘business’ in her own back yard. No park pooping for her.
Most people are responsible about the piles their dogs make. Responsible in that they bring along a plastic bag, pick up the poop, and dispose of it properly. All good.
What’s with the folks who pick up the poop, place it carefully in the plastic bag, and then LEAVE the bag on the trail? Drives me zonkers!
If that’s you, please rethink this. First, if you can’t take the plastic bag off the trail, just leave it on the ground. The rest of us will step around it. Left to nature, the poop will degrade in a couple days, benefitting one or more creatures in the park. For the Love Of God, don’t you know that the plastic bag full of poop will likely be in the same state in a hundred years?
This is simple – take it off the trail to a trash can OR just leave the poop untouched on the trail. After all, the deer, rabbits, turtles, birds, squirrels, etc ALL leave their poop in the park. No one is any the worse for it.
I’d far rather step around poop than one of your plastic bags. Take It or Leave It – just not in a plastic bag.
End of rant.
We all have those days. Either we want to remain snug in bed or we are just unmotivated to do anything – neither the necessary nor the ‘good for us’ stuff. It happens to everyone. Too many days like that may certainly indicate a serious problem, requiring professional help. But, usually it’s just a short term reaction to the stresses of daily living. We want to avoid something in particular or we want to avoid, well, everything. We don’t feel that great. We would just rather not.
So, what do we do on those days? What will get us out of that funk?
Several things come to mind. First, having a routine. A routine is both comforting and comfortable. We know what to expect. We know what we need to accomplish. If walking is part of that routine, it’s much easier to hit the bricks and get moving.
Another helpful motivating factor is having something pleasurable to look forward to. If we enjoy walking – or some other physical activity – we come to look forward to it. It’s a win-win. Getting to the point that we feel that way about it may take a while. But, it comes. If it doesn’t come in a few weeks, find another activity for which you will develop affection. Do yourself that favor.
Finally, if we see an activity as rewarding, we are more likely to incorporate it into our routine, look forward to doing it, and get motivated just thinking about it as we lie in that bed. Walking is very rewarding for me. It makes me feel better EVERY TIME. It is beneficial whether it’s with a friend, becoming a social activity, or a solitary endeavor, in which case it become spiritual for me. Both of those scenarios are rewarding.
There is the occasional day where my walk is just another chore to put behind me. Even when I feel that way, it take only a few minutes of walking before my mindset changes. Try going for a brisk walk and see if you can FORCE YOURSELF not to feel better! Betcha’ can’t.
Is walking for exercise every day work or play? Is it fun or torture? Is it necessary or frivolous? Is it a worthy activity or not worth the time?
For me, the answers are easy. It is both work and play. It is usually fun but sometimes torture. It is almost never frivolous but always necessary. It is definitely a worthy activity.
Both work and play? Not play because without a walk every day, I will not sleep at night. Without a daily walk, my emotions are less likely to be balanced. So, I look forward to my walks and like to think of them as play. Some days, however, it is really work! Days when it’s 100 degrees outside, a walk is more work than play. A walk at the mall is more work than play. A walk in the woods is always more play than work, even in unpleasant weather.
Torture? Only when the path is rocky, very hilly, and it’s really hot out. Those days a walk can be something of a torture. But, i get through it because the payoff is always there for me. I will sleep better, feel better, move better.
Necessary? Yes, for the aforementioned reasons. It’s not always easy to find the time in a busy day to hit the bricks. There are ALWAYS a dozen other things yelling to be taken care of first. This is when I must determine what’s important or merely urgent. The laundry will wait. Dinner will get cooked. Bills will find themselves paid. But, no one is going to get that walk done for me but me.
It’s really difficult for me to keep my head on straight without that daily exercise – the raising of the heart rate, the churning out of the sweat, the release of all those wonderful endorphins.
My final question above now answers itself. Walking (and other forms of enjoyable physical activity) are worth my time. Walking has great value in my life. I don’t foresee ever giving it up.
While driving home from a walk at Castlewood State Park recently, having just completed a lovely, brisk walk, we were tired and thirsty. The speed limit in the park is 20 MPH, and with walkers and bikers on the narrow street, I take it slow. In the meadow near the exit of the park, there were three deer – a mom, a fawn, and one in the middle, probably a year or so old.
I’m not well versed in the ways of deer. The younger two deer were doing what young siblings do everywhere – annoying each other and playing. First the little one would nip at the older one and the two would take off running. They would quiet down for a few minutes before the younger one would kick his older sib, and they’d take off running again. It was fun to watch!
So, in addition to the several deer we see on most walks at Castlewood, and the assorted other wildlife we run across – squirrels, turtles, birds, toads, and the occasional snake – we get to enjoy the antics of the wildlife too. Now, if we could just find a way to avoid the insect/bug wildlife like mosquitoes and gnats!
Today, Kris and I walked at Castlewood State Park on one of the shorter trails. It’s been so hot and we got a late start, so we decided to take the shorter trail. About halfway out, this trail crosses one of the creeks in the park. Right now, due to a lack of rain, the water in this creek is quite low. Makes it easy to cross.
We saw the very healthy looking turtle on the same tree limb over the same small pond in the creek we had seen a few days ago. He dove in as soon as he became aware of us. That pool is full of very healthy looking pollywogs, minnows, and some water striders.
We saw a bunch of deer today. Instead of resuming the trail at the creek crossing, we decided to stay in the creek bed and follow it back to our car. It was lovely. For rock hunters, this place might be paradise. We have found all kinds of shell encrusted rocks, chunks of limestone, examples of granite, sandstone, quartz, and other minerals – not to mention a wide assortment of manmade ‘stones’ like bricks, chunks of asphalt and concrete, and shards of broken glass, along with the occasional bicycle tire, soda can, and plastic glass.
We soaked our socks through our waterproof shoes, risked an infestation of chiggers when we had to resume the trail, and invaded the privacy of a number of deer who think they own the place, but it was a pleasing walk along a lovely, shaded creek. We forgot the hellish temperature and just enjoyed the trek.