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Village Creek State Park: Pushing Through the Rain on the Military Road (Trail of Tears)

 

March 2013

Our visit to Village Creek State Park in Arkansas was supposed to be a relatively simple hike along a historic section of the Trail of Tears. Instead, a forecast calling for only a 20 percent chance of rain turned into a steady, soaking afternoon. Fortunately, Kellisa was prepared. Her special-needs jog stroller, the Freedom Push Chair, had a newly purchased rain canopy that kept her reasonably dry as we ventured onto the trail.
The park sits on Crowley’s Ridge and offers a variety of trails, picnic areas, campgrounds, cabins, and other outdoor opportunities. For visitors with mobility challenges, accessibility can vary considerably from one trail to another. The short Arboretum Trail is the easiest trail in the park and includes benches and picnic tables, while other routes range from relatively easy to moderately rugged.



Our goal that day was the Old Military Road Trail, a roughly 2¼-mile route that follows one of the most dramatic remaining sections of the Trail of Tears. The historic road was originally part of the Memphis-to-Little Rock Road, completed in 1829. During the 1830s, it became an important route for the forced removal of Native Americans, including Cherokee, Choctaw, Chickasaw, and Muscogee (Creek) people. Today, the route is preserved as part of the Trail of Tears National Historic Trail.


The rain quickly changed the character of our hike. What might have been a manageable dirt trail became muddy and increasingly wet, with water running along portions of the route. After a short lakeside section, we encountered stairs where the narrow trail alongside them was too slippery and dangerous for Kellisa's stroller. The only way forward was for me to push, lift, and carry her up the stairs.


Farther along, the historic trail became even more challenging. The Freedom Push Chair was wider than another narrow set of stairs cutting through the ridge. I went ahead alone to see what was beyond them, but the conditions were worse on the other side. With the rain, slippery surfaces, narrow stairs, and stroller width all working against us, I decided that turning around was the safest choice.


We didn't complete the entire trail, but that wasn't a failure. We still traveled more than 2½ miles and experienced a remarkable piece of American history with Kellisa beside me. Sometimes an accessible adventure isn't about reaching the end of the trail. It's about finding a way to experience as much of it as safely possible—and knowing when it's time to turn around.

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