We’ve been going to Conestee Park for some years now. We’d lived here for several years before discovering it: our now-sadly-deceased neighbor, Mr. F, mentioned that he went to Conestee every day to walk.
“What’s that?” we asked.
Once we went the first time, we kept going. Again and again. We know all the trails by heart now. A few years ago, they closed the off-road trails to pets and cyclists. They eventually reopened them for pets but not for cyclists. Instead, there’s another off-road section nearby that’s open to cyclists.
We’ve been going there regularly this summer, almost neglecting the Conestee we’ve come to love.
In the meantime, there have been so many changes in the area.
It’s a poorer area for the most part. There were few homes and a lot of trailer homes in small open areas in a forest.
Then the forests started disappearing. Across the street from this trailer home appeared a Dollar General — a sure sign of an economically depressed area.
Then the trailer disappeared and this monstrously huge home appeared. It’s across the street from a Dollar General and some trailer homes.
We’re trying to figure out who would build such a home in such an economically depressed area. We wonder that almost every time we drive by on the way to our now-favorite mountain biking trail, as we did tonight.
