Rollerblading is my exercise activity of choice. Unfortunately, I don't really know how to stop other than to roll into the grass and take tiny little steps on the soft ground until the momentum of the wheels runs out. Therefore I can't really do any kind of hill on skates without some kind of panic attack.
For awhile, every time I mentioned this to people, they would tell me about the Silver Comet Trail. It's totally flat, they'd say, and it goes all the way to Alabama! No, but seriously, are there any hills?, I'd ask. Am I going to kill dogs or small children when I barrel out of control on a downward incline? Am I going to have to take off my skates and walk a quarter mile in my socks? No, you'll be fine! they'd respond. It's great!
Even so, I had not originally planned on going ALONE. I needed someone to scrape me off the ground if my informants were wrong, after all. But there came a weekend where I was supposed to go out of town and did not end up going at the last minute, had made no alternate plans, and was bored. So off I went to the Silver Comet Trail.
More precisely, off I went to *google* the Silver Comet Trail to figure out how to get there. There were numerous "trail heads" listed. I chose Mavell Road. No problem getting there, and no problem parking on a beautiful Sunday afternoon at 2 PM.
I strapped on my rollerblades and dorky pads, and moved toward the paved path, complete with a dotted yellow line just like a real road. Not caring which direction to head in, I just picked one. Within two minutes, I was on a narrow path next to an apartment complex, scaling a steep hill that had sharp curves, feeling betrayed by my friends. There was no way I would be able to get back down on my wheels alive. Still, I pushed on, thinking that maybe this was just the way to get from the parking lot to the flat part.
At the top of the treacherous hill, I found myself skating next to a major highway on one side and a series of strip malls on the other. This was not the pleasant forest scenery I had been promised. I began to see signs that said "Silver Comet Connector." I also noticed that I was virtually alone on this trail, except for a bike cop. This clued me in that perhaps this strange part "connected" to the real trail, and I needed only suffer through a bit of this to get there. So I kept following the marked trail. I reached an intersection, and the sign on my path said turn right. So I did, and followed the path, which dead ended shortly thereafter. What?! Was I supposed to cross this 8-lane highway on my roller blades???
At this point it occurred to me that maybe I had simply gone the wrong way out of the parking lot, and this "connector" stuff was completely different from the real trail. So I turned around and headed back past the strip mall to that crazy hill, determined to at least get back to my car. Unfortunately there was a couple with a stroller ahead of me, and I'm sure I would have destroyed them all if I had attempted the winding slope. Instead, I whipped out the pair of flip flops I had slipped into my dorky backpack, and walked down the hill, skates in hand, looking like a moron. I reached a bench, where sat a girl who had watched the entire process wherein I had plopped down on the grass, removed my skates, put on flip flops from my backpack, and walked down the hill. She smiled at me. Was that a smirk? I smiled back pleasantly, and put my skates back on as quickly as possible. I vowed to try exactly five minutes in the other direction and if there were ANY more near-death incidents, I would get back in my car and drive immediately the heck out of Smyrna.
Luckily, the other direction was exactly as my friends described - lovely, flat, and unproblematic for my mediocre blading skills. I had never before had the occasion to skate in the same direction until I tired myself out. It was kind of neat. I wished I had brought some water, though - the Mavell fountain was broken.
After about five and a half miles (no, exactly five and a half miles - there are mile markers every so often to clue you into this information), and a bit after passing the Floyd Road depot, I turned around at an arbitrary location. It was not until this point that I realized that the five plus miles I had just skated were all slightly UPhill! No wonder I was so tired. The incline was slight enough that I still had full control over myself on skates, and the ride back was fast, easy, and really fun.
Long way of saying, GO. It's fantastic, nearly too good to be true. I recommend going in the uphill direction (Mavell to Floyd) first. But next time I think I'll go Floyd to Powder Springs. Check out the new site http://www.silvercometga.com and http://trailexpress.com for trip ideas, and figure out what the connector is before you go so you don't make the mistake I did (the website explains that too). read more