Oh what a wonderful return to Rome,
Georgia. It's been awhile since Shannan and I met Joel in Rome for exercise and
an outing. We gathered in Ridge Ferry Park, which hosts a Farmer's Market
Saturday mornings. Before we burned a few calories we shopped for fresh produce. It
was small group of vendors, but we found a number of locally grown items to
purchase. Then we set out on the River Path. I ran while Joel and Shannan had a
brisk walk.
I slowed down midway when running across
an old rail road bridge. I noticed the South’s version of the love lock bridge.
There were hundreds pad locks intertwined on the mesh of the bridge symbolizing
the strong and enduring love of couples. I pondered over the joy of
engaging in such a thing and hoped all of the lovers remained together.
This was one of the many treats. I
smiled at a fun pro-library mural on the support wall of an overpass. For
August it was a particularly cool morning, made even more surprising by
remarkably low humidity. The path snakes along the confluence of the Etowah and
Oostanaula Rivers. At one point I slipped of the paved trail and jogged around
downtown. Plenty of folks were out exercising, walking dogs and going about their
daily routines.
Afterwards we enjoyed a fantastic
breakfast at Honey Moon Bakery. Next we took a stroll down Main Street to the Myrtle
Hill Cemetery, which we hiked up for a grand view of the area. The historic burial
ground is on one of the seven hills in Rome, like its Italian namesake. From
here the Clock Tower loomed large, as it stands on another of Rome’s hills. We
trekked over to the historic courthouse and took photos of
Food. Friends. History. Architecture,
Sculpture. History. Run.
Tom
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