After a brief interval, I began to pass pedestrians, dog walkers, and joggers. The Centennial Trail is a popular exercise route for Lake Stevens folk, who seem to be uniformly athletic, tanned, and clad in modern workout gear. The microculture here definitely skews toward “active.”
This was also a nice shady segment of the trail, cooled by its proximity to the Pilchuck River and the little streams and creeks that comprise its tributaries.
I scoped out, in passing, a walk-up coffee stand. That would be a perfect treat for a morning bike ride. Another time. Adios, Lake Stevens.
Ok, honestly? If I had to pick a favorite part of the Centennial Trail, this would be it. It’s hard to describe Machias, because it seems to be more like a feeling. It’s more or less classic farmland with flowers and barns and creeks and horse pasture. It’s calm and quiet, save for the occasional buzzing of overhead powerlines.
One time my wife and I stopped on this stretch of the trail and saw an actual beaver doing its beaver-y thing in a slow-moving stream under a grove of big leaf maples. It was so impressive that my wife kept exclaiming, “Hey! It’s a beaver!” to passing recreators, who were initially startled, but were then quickly thrilled to see local wildlife up close.
Stay awesome and beautiful-rural, Machias.