What might you expect to see on a 25-mile roundtrip bicycle ride on the Legacy trail between Farmington and North Salt Lake? Here’s a checklist, compiled from my Nov. 11 outing.
Horses. It’s quite an equestrian area. Much of the trail borders horse pastures. Urban civilization’s finally intruded into this vestige of 19th century rural Davis County.
Horse droppings. A lot. I mention this not to be crude, but to help explain the next item. You’d better watch the trail or you might ride into some fresh production.
Feral cats. On my return trip to Farmington, it was late afternoon, an overcast day. I was tired, and my vision’s never the best. So, as I coasted toward a couple piles of horse dung, one of them looked up with feline eyes. I swerved right, hoping to split the middle of the two cats. The cat on the left darted left and I watched its back muscles ripple in a sprint as I passed a few inches away. The other cat didn’t move. I rode on, relieved I didn’t kill a kitty, or myself, in a cycle-paws collision.
Cattails. Spending 98 percent of my life these days in South Ogden, Ogden, Salt Lake or on Interstate 15, I don’t see much rural vegetation. This day I saw lots of cattails and the other stuff that grows in wetlands areas. It reminded me of those pheasant hunting trips with my dad and brothers 40 years ago in western Weber County.
Geese. When I heard them, I laughed. It took me back to a couple of weeks earlier, when my wife and I got lost temporarily in South Jordan, in the dark, trying to find an event center. We found ourselves in a dead-end subdivision under construction. We heard geese.
Barns. Many old, some modern. A few looked to be as old as Brigham Young.
New tractors. One was a John Deere harvesting fall crops.
Rusted school buses. They must junk them out here to part them out, but what an eyesore.
Mildly confusing trail signs. The trail people did a nice job of placing signage in all the important spots. I quibble that a few of the directional signs are oddly positioned for easy rider viewing; the directional arrows are a bit too small; and the directional presentation is counterintuitive in a few places.
Plastic banners on chain link subdivision fences advertising new homes “in the $300,000s.” Wonder how that’s going.
A portable toilet. Yes, one of those turquoise and white units is placed on the trail edge near the North Salt Lake trailhead. The only other facilities I noticed on the ride were at the Farmington trailhead, the FrontRunner station.
Bicyclists. This must be a popular trail already, because I saw many riders, more than I expected on a cool Wednesday afternoon.
Helicopters. Takeoffs and landings from the Bountiful airport.
Airliners. The south end of the trail is close enough to see northern traffic in and out of the Salt Lake International Airport.
Refineries. You have a panoramic view of the infamous North Salt Lake refineries, the big neon Flying J and Shell Oil signs along Interstate 215 and the scarred Salt Lake entryway mountainside.
Cars. A lot of cars. You do not elude the sight and the noise of traffic on the Legacy Highway. Too bad, but we’ll make the best of the bike trail.
Happily, I did not see some of the sights that can degrade a trail experience:
Trash. Not one scrap. Hopefully, people are behaving themselves, but there must be a dedicated cleanup drill.
The trail asphalt surface was pristine. It’s very well built. The absence of cracks and potholes was a treat.
Obnoxious people. No loudmouths, drunks or scary freaks. Bonus!