The most unique and great idea: Why not a trolley on those tracks to transport folks to and from ball games? It could run, not only from the north and south sides of the city, but even up the Bitterroot and down from the Flathead, bringing fans or commuters to town. A tiny station could be built near the ball field to unload and load passengers. A fine idea for good publicity for all concerned and to solve traffic problems.
It could be named the "Osprey Trolley" or "Osprey, Red Ball Express." (And why not? Once upon a time, there was a car on the line called the "Galloping Goose.") Perhaps a contest for the winning name. The prize, a season ticket to the games ... or on the trolley ... "ding, ding, ding" goes the bell.
Last Sunday was fine walking weather again. Dick usually leaves the choice of the route up to me. Several years ago, he suggested a Sunday walk up the Rattlesnake. Some six miles and several hours later, I limped back to the car.
If the weather is too hot, cold, or stormy, the route is through the neighborhood. Otherwise, its by the Clark Fork. This time, I chose the river. East from the old Milwaukee Depot (now headquarters for Boone and Crockett Club, lair of wild, animal trophies.)
The usual route is following the trail under Madison Street Bridge, to Van Buren, cross the river, then return to Higgins Bridge and back across. (Some folks stop for refreshments at the Press Box on the way.)
Other walkers were out. Parents with kids and dogs. Some on leashes, some running loose. Young lovers holding hands, walking on air above the trail. Speeding bikers, who rarely warn pedestrians. (Why don't they ding a bell?)
The river is still running swift. Foliage, lush on bushes and trees. Green chokecherries hang heavy. Beaver engineers have been busy cutting the larger trees on the north bank. A soft and spicy scent on the river breeze, from the blossoms of one lone and lovely syringa bush.
As we neared the Van Buren footbridge, a sheriff's car cruised slowly over the ditch bridge and into the park. Getting closer, we noted the steel gate and sign about the bridge closure for repairs. Others also turned away. The only way to cross the river at that point was to swim.
We walked toward the gate to get a closer look. The sheriff's car turned and came our way. Taking no chances, I hastily told him I wasn't thinking of climbing the gate and crossing the bridge. With a friendly grin came the assurance he wasn't watching us.
Van Buren is being repaired during the summer so it will be ready for the heavier foot and bike traffic in the fall when university students return.
Another question: Why, I wonder, is the next footbridge going to be constructed near (or under) the Madison Bridge when the distance is only about a block further to Van Buren?
Why not build the new footbridge across from McCormick Park for all the pedestrian and the bike traffic, where all the activities are? That only makes sense. But I s'pose when it comes to spending taxpayers money, sense and cents aren't important. (Maybe I'll ask Donna.)
Have a happy Fourth. And don't cross any bridges with cross guards.
Evelyn King is a retired Missoulian reporter. Her column appears every Sunday in the Territory section. Reach her by writing: Evelyn King, Missoulian, P.O. Box 8029, Missoula, MT 59807
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