Created as a floodway, the great ditch scarring the city has been beautified by church groups and school parties. Lush trees, small ponds, walking and bike paths run along it an effort to make it seem like a strange park. But in the man-made gully scamper the rats of society, particularly under West Crown Bridge. Trash cans burn with fire in the cold months and camps are set up under the shelter of the bridge's span. Rarely does anyone from their heavenly perch look down on the grime festering below.
