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Biking Central Florida's West Orange TrailAuthor: JimmyBoi2
Date of Trip: October 2010
Blog with photos at: http://jimmyboi2.wordpress.com/2010/10/28/biking-the-west-orange-trail/
Biking the West Orange Trail
I've always been a child who drifted. It was hard for me to stay focused and alert much of the time, as I would drift off into daydreams or fantasies while teachers and people were trying to teach or talk to me. I realize now that it was a progressive hearing loss that was affecting me -- since I couldn't actually hear what was going on around me, why should I pay attention? And I kind of got the reputation for being naive, and dopey. I sat through numberless Broadway plays and musicals, not hearing much of what was happening onstage, though it was fine meeting and hearing Gloria Swanson backstage because she was IN MY FACE. As I grew older, everything became muffled, like I was listening to the Universe through wads of cotton. When I got hearing devices a few years ago, the world opened up and I could suddenly hear a pin drop. And I could hear trucks and cars and thunder and explosions and screams and people people people all the time, everywhere, constantly. talking talking TALKING. It's noisy out there! And, since I began hearing every word coming from people's mouths, I realize that we really don't have much to say to one another most of the time. Or, much of it sounds the same.
With all this new noise, I get headaches sometimes. My brain, which presumably had formed itself into completion by the time I was 21, suddenly had to deal with all the loud new stimuli which assaulted me beginning at age 50. It can't handle it. It gets crazy sometimes, and I find myself retreating: I turn off the devices, get on the bike, and ride blissfully into the sun (keeping keen watch for traffic, of course, as well as my bad eyes can manage). Don't misunderstand -- I mean, I could always HEAR, just not very well at all. I was hearing things, but had to ask "WHAT?!?!" in order for things to be repeated.
My recent get-away-from-the-noise bike ride brought me to the West Orange Trail out in western Orange County, one of my favorite places to prowl around in. I load the bike onto the bike rack, an ingenious contraption which, so far, has served me well. It's attached to the hatch of my red Ford Focus via a system of straps and clips and clamps, the bicycle nestled atop it securely with two plastic belts. Speeding along the 408 towards the Turnpike Extension, I admit I do worry that everything is going to go flying off the back of my car and into the windshield of a station wagon filled with lovely, delightful nuns, but so far it hasn't happened.
Now that the 408 has been extended as far west as Killarney, a confusing romp through the Fruit Loop (that's where the 408, the 429, the Turnpike, and 50 all converge) most of the time deposits me onto West Colonial Drive, and then it's just a short drive to the Trail stop in Killarney near the Lake County border. A couple of times I've overshot my exit and ended up further north along the Turnpike near a place called Minneola, but it's a scenic error and not too bad.
That's the bridge over the Turnpike. When you look below, you see cars heading towards Miami or Ocala.
Here's part of the boardwalk through the new Oakland Nature Preserve, a wetlands adventure that brings you to the shores of storied Lake Apopka. That vast body of water (why are large bodies of water always referred to as vast?) stretches for miles in every direction, and has only in recent years been encouraged to recapture some of its former glory -- polluting muck farms along its shores have been shut down and the land reclaimed by the lake. At one time it was one of the most famous places in the country due to its excellent bass fishing.
Below is a shot of Trinity Missionary Baptist Church on Oakland's traditionally African-American west side. It's typical of the tens of thousands of country Baptist churches sprinkled across the Bible Belt.
Some of the Tilden resting places in the Oakland Cemetery. The Tildens were a pioneer family who arrived in Florida in 1876. This Tilden's father, Luther F., built Meadow Marsh in the community of Tildenville.
Here's Meadow Marsh, the Luther F. Tilden house. It was built in 1877. Some years ago, when it was being renovated into a bed and breakfast, I ventured inside and asked the carpenters if I could take a few pictures. But of course! It's no longer an inn; plans for its most recent incarnation would have it become a civic / community center for the new Oakland Park subdivision, but that project is on hold due to the economy's collapse.
Oakland Park: streets and lampposts, but no houses...
Trees have grown up through the old railroad tracks going into Tildenville.
Just east of Oakland on 438 stands this gorgeous home, known as Oakland Arms, built by Charles H. Tilden in 1910. Its most recent resident was his granddaughter, Margaret McKinnon.
The avenue of oaks, known as the Sadler oaks, on 438 between Oakland and Tildenville.
Down a road marked Private I merrily pedaled my bicycle, and found this picturesque old barn. I'm surprised I wasn't beset by dogs, wild boar, or chickens, not to mention any angry locals. I think everybody was at work.
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