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Amy Ward
Reflection #6
Urban Trail
Downtown Asheville, NC
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                                        Wow.  I brought my mother along for this one.  She’d been studying lots and

                        needed a bit of a break and change of scenery.  Besides, I wanted the company.  Miss

                        Grace was our guide and she was quite a character with a lovely personality.  I could tell

                        she really enjoyed what she did and had a wonderful way of including us with her knowledge. 

                        While it may be true that the trail can be walked from any point, I think that when I bring

                        Marc, I’m going to start at the beginning in Pack Square.

                                    I wasn’t really sure what to expect for this “urban trail”, but images from elementary

                        school field trips floated around in my mind’s eye.  I was very glad to find three guides who

                        split us up into more personable groups.  They had a lovely bench for us on our first stop. 

                        The bench might have been more appreciated had we been half way through the walk, but

                        it was neat to see the footprints and the little pigs and turkeys.  Miss Grace told us how when

                        they were driving the sheep and goats, etc, they could only walk 9 miles each day and this is

                        where they’d stop to rest, up on the hill.  I didn’t know that goats and such could only walk

                        9 miles a day.  I also had a hard time imagining the hill without all those huge buildings but

                        with large mud puddles and streams running all over, as Miss Grace explained.  I don’t know

                        much about Asheville, and certainly not a lot about it’s history, so I found this a pleasant

                        beginning to my education.  I was a bit worried of how easy/hard the walking would be, and

                        we hopped over the road to stand outside of a little café to block the wind while she continued

                        explaining her story to us.

                                    That’s when a lovely citizen of Asheville broke in to tell us that he didn’t have teeth any

                        more!  Caught a little off guard, Grace replied, “Okay” then ushered us off down the sidewalk

                        and on to our next stop!

                                    I really really liked the herbal bench on the sixth stop honoring Elizabeth Blackwell. 

                        This dude, Tucker Cook, is really on the ball for designing all these sites.  I’ve noticed he has a

                        preference for iron worked sculptures.   So I wonder if he designs them and then gets someone

                        else to do the work, or if he does the work too.  Miss Grace said that because everyone in her

                        group was female, that we’d appreciate the fact that Ms. Blackwell was the first in her graduating

                        class at Geneva Medical School in N.Y.  And was the first woman physician. 

                                    My favorite stop was the one from the department of transportation.  It moves!  And it

                        doesn’t make any noise (even the noise it’s supposed to make).  I would love to have one of those

                        thingies in my yard, or somewhere.  And they put it right on the last stretch of brick-paved road. 

                        How very cool.  I like driving up and down that street just for the very reason that it makes me

                        feel like I’ve slipped through a time portal into another era.  But I think that all of the stations

                        did a really good job of taking you back in time to another era.  You can just sit there and

                        watch the piece and, in a little time, you start hearing the sounds and smelling the aroma of the

                        time as the piece comes to life.  With all the sponsors for all the different stations, I thought it

                        was extra special to have had the Department of Transportation to offer this one for the city.

                                    Miss Grace says that they will be “remodeling” the space in front of the Civic Center

                        and, in the process, will be tearing down the station with Guastavino’s monument.  She said

                        that if we came up with any ideas for what to create when they replaced it, to let YOU know. 

                        So I’ve been thinking about it, and I’m not the best for creating things like that, but I think a

                        gazebo would be cool.  It could be a little imitation of the chapel dome and could have cool

                        carvings n stuff all around to decorate, there could be flower boxes off the railing, letting the

                        original vision of beautification with flora continue, and then it would be functional too. 

                                    I think that one of the most difficult stations to create must have been the one honoring

                        Thomas Wolfe.  I know that the trees etc line up with the crescent now, but what will it look like

                        many years from now when the trees have grown larger, or disappeared, when the community

                        changes again.  How neat, to have three layers of history there.  When I go back, I will definitely

                        be standing in his footsteps. 

                                    The weather was rather cold and windy, some of the students in our group were not

                        dealing well with it, so Miss Grace decided to cut the tour short and get us through so we could

                        get out of the cold.  On the way back to Pack Place we passed by my car, and a little farther

                        up was this really neat little Bistro (whatever that is) so Mom took me in for dinner.  There was

                        supposed to be a guitarist coming in about 30 minutes later, so we sat downstairs to listen to him.

                        We couldn’t decide what to get, so we picked out two and decided to share them.  Let’s just say                    

                        HOT...Wow… really spicy.  The musician was late, and then when he finally got around to playing

                        he sang songs from a wide variety of genres.  I had thought about writing him up for one of my

                        critiques, but I wasn’t sure it would count.  Besides it was getting really late and we didn’t get to

                        stay long after he started.  The whole experience was really nice though.  I thought maybe my

                        uncle could take his guitars and start singing in little restraints, telling stories, etc.  Why not?

                                    Miss Grace did tell us of your intense distaste for the original artwork by the ACT, and

                        I really have to agree, it was a bit lame – much like the reaction I got from my art teacher when

                        I handed in the assignment for designing a cover for the school cookbook.  I could have done

                        something much more creative, but I settled for a basic, over-simplified design.  Now that they

                        have the sculpture up on the walls (and from UNCA no less!) I am kind of glad they left a few

                        notes in the sidewalk.

                                    I think this should definitely stay on the syllabus for an event at the end of the semester. 

                        It was a great stress relief to get out in the fresh air and walk around.  I’m seeing this guy who’s

                        all about hiking and he was in Bhutan during this time, hiking in the Himalayan Mountains.  It

                        helped a bit to think that we were both walking at the same time, though I didn’t kid myself

                        about the difficulty of his hike compared to mine, but I thought that when he gets back, he

                        might like a nice easy hike to “cool off” from that all day trekking.  So, for effectiveness, I give

                        this day an A+ because I’m going to take other people on the trail, and recommend it when I

                        hear of someone who needs something to do.  With a hike of only 1.7 miles, who can complain?