Mark Flint, trails program coordinator
for Pima County, estimated that our volunteers will put in hundreds
of total man hours by the time the trail is completed in the spring.
Those hours will be well spent, with the trail a permanent legacy to
the volunteer spirit for those that call Green Valley home in future
Some of them I've met before. Chuck Hill and Bill
Adamson are well-known in the cycling circle here, having tirelessly
worked (again on a volunteer basis) with the Santa Cruz Valley
Bicycle Advocate Committee. They've built bike lanes, printed maps,
helped to establish new trails and generally made it safer for
cyclists throughout the area. They are masters of publicity for the
organization, always keeping me updated with the latest developments
in the Green Valley cycling scene.
It was Hill that called me to get out to the park while the work
was going on Wednesday. I'm sure once it's completed, they'll be
some of the first to try it out. Here's to them and all the
volunteers in GV.
A Christmas story
Adamson went above and beyond the call of duty that day, meeting
me at the parking lot and taking me in his four-wheel drive out to
where they were working on the trail. Not once – but twice. You see,
once I got back to the office from the park, I realized that my
digital voice recorder, on which I record every interview for all my
stories, was nowhere to be found.
I checked my camera bag, my car, turned my desk upside down —
nothing. A call to Adamson and his wife prompted a search of his
truck — nope. There was only one possibility left. I had somehow
dropped it out in the desert.
Knowing that my car would have a tough time getting to where we
were along the new trail, Adamson immediately offered to meet me
back out there, and drive me out to find a needle in a haystack, a
little black recorder in the sands of Southern Arizona. It didn't
look good when we arrived, as areas where we had walked where now
under three feet of freshly plowed earth. We began trying to retrace
our steps from that morning, with the reality beginning to set in
that I was probably out of luck. But lo and behold, about 15 feet
away from the newly graded path, there it was, sitting right where I
had set the camera bag down three hours before.
"Look, look, it's a Christmas miracle!" I exclaimed in disbelief.
"You can go home and tell your wife you did your good deed for the
day." Like I said – above and beyond. Thanks Bill, you're a
lifesaver. Merry Christmas everyone!