“Excuse me, but is there a bathroom around that I can use?” I ask two women sitting on a bench outside the fenced Kenyon Municipal Swimming Pool.
I figure there’s one in the bathhouse, but I’m not sure I should use it and I really don’t want to use the porta-potty across the park.
“Yeah, there’s one by the pool,” one woman points.
“Thank you,” I say, after asking about the location of the bathroom entry.
As I round the corner of the changing house, I abruptly stop. There, just down the hill from the pool and next to the boarded ice skating rink site, is a bike corral.
I’ve never seen anything like this bike parking area—bright orange snow fencing fastened to a rectangle of fence posts. Inside are two bikes secured in a rack, three bikes simply dropped upon the worn grass and two bikes leaning on their kick stands.
“BIKE PARKING,” the sign reads.
And to think that I would have missed this quirky small-town bike parking lot if I had been willing to pee in a porta-potty.
© Copyright 2009 Audrey Kletscher Helbling