Ride 4: C&O Canal Trail Saturday, March 20 Distance: 32 miles

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I have Supreme Court Justice Douglas to thank for today.

It seems like the Douglas man left a greater kind of historical legacy than his involvement in the Supreme Court. We call it the C&O Canal bike trail. It seems like Ole Man Douglas was a nature lover with a penchant for mobilizing the masses.  Back in the 1950s, the old Chesapeake and Ohio Canal waterway was just sitting there, a casualty of railroads, steam engines and neglect.  Closed in the 1920s to presumably never be used again, it eventually became the object of lust for developers seeking to construct another road connecting the outer suburbs with Babilonia-on-the-Potomac. Douglas, defender of the birds and bees that would lose their natural habitat jumped in to protect their privacy.   He mobilized a crowd of opinion swayers and law makers on a 185-mile nature hike, convinced them that there should be no road interfering in the relationship between consenting marigolds and ladybugs.  He eventually had the C&O Canal National Historic Park dedicated in his honor by the Presidential Georgian whose bedroom behavior never became the subject of a Supreme Court ruling. Today we biked along 15 miles of this dusty, gravelly trail between Georgetown and Great Falls Park in Maryland.
 
I decided to bike to the gathering spot that morning, braving the Custis trail.  I knew it would mean I'd have to bike it back up to my house from Rosslyn.  It being mostly downhill to Georgetown, I arrived with good time and good spirits. For most of the trip there I was in the leading pack of 5 bikers.  The fact that I have a hybrid bike made a huge difference-the C&O trail is not at all friendly to thin tires.  There was this cool lesbian on a mountain bike biking right ahead of me who was dodging rocks and gullies like a pro.  I found the pack of cigarettes on her back pocket a particularly striking touch.

There were some great sights along the way.  Somewhere inside the Beltway near the DC/Maryland border there is a water pumping station that is a stunning example of some of the best in 1950s industrial design. Right outside the Belt that holds up the pants of our Capital city there was an intriguing construction called David Taylor Model Basin.  It stretched for quite a distance and seemed like something Stalin would have held up as an example of industrial functionality and efficiency.  I found out from Det (my former project manager at work and currently high on my list of People Who I Wouldn't Mind to Be Like When I Grow Older) that this is a giant artificial pool in which the US Navy conducts tests on scale models of ships. I've tried two times to get a good picture of this, and have failed both times. Other sights along the river were unexpectedly beautiful given the proximity of one the country's most congested highways.

Did I mention the ride makes for great postcards?

Olmsted island

We arrived at Great Falls Park, where we had a picnic.  Once there, a guy named Michael who I know through my good friend Brian recognized me, and he, this girl Jen and I had lunch.  The park is wonderful, a special riverbed habitat in the middle of the Potomac's rapids.

At around 1 PM we decided to head back, and I took my sweet time, enjoying the views and the terrain.  I was tempted to bike down to National Airport (named also after a man to whom we offer no thanks) and then go around Shirlington and back home, but I decided that I'd tough out the 2 miles on the Custis rather than go the 7 or 8 miles to do the roundabout with no hills.

I almost made it home without getting off my bike.  There is this loop about three blocks from my house which I call the Hiram Bingham loop--it zigzags a couple of times on the uphill the same way the road leading up to Machu Picchu does.  I lost my impulse, didn't shift well, and couldn't get going again because the slope was a tad to steep.

Now I'm preparing for a nice evening of cuddling with Charles. That sets me thinking. There would really 

be only one way of truly celebrating Douglas's memory: ride on the trail he protected by day and ride down other trails that the court he left didn't protect thirty years after his ride. Seems like the cardinals and chipmunks on the C&O canal trail were more successful at mobilizing public opinion than the gay rights movement was in defending its right to privacy.

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