Saturday morning and through this afternoon it became apparent that I lived on the wrong side of the tracks. Although it is not my first experience with this dilemma, it is the longest experience. When I was walking back from the gym on Saturday and getting ready to cross the tracks to the path leading to my house, I saw the train was stopped blocking my destination. After deliberating for several seconds, I decided to climb up and over the train. Later in the evening I had the same difficulty as I walked for groceries. Up and over I went again, but I chose a different route on the way home as climbing a train with bags of groceries seems to prove difficult. Again this morning on the way to cheer the marathoners, I once again mounted the beast (no sexual innuendo attended although it did come to mind after I typed). Each time I did it with a little more grace and ease. Before the train left the station (no, there isn't a station...), I decided to take a picture of the train from the track and closer. I will admit that the wheels come to about my waist, and it is literally a climb. At least it was added exercise to my walking excursions, and the train rarely stays in one place for longer than thirty minutes.
Saturday morning and through this afternoon it became apparent that I lived on the wrong side of the tracks. Although it is not my first experience with this dilemma, it is the longest experience. When I was walking back from the gym on Saturday and getting ready to cross the tracks to the path leading to my house, I saw the train was stopped blocking my destination. After deliberating for several seconds, I decided to climb up and over the train. Later in the evening I had the same difficulty as I walked for groceries. Up and over I went again, but I chose a different route on the way home as climbing a train with bags of groceries seems to prove difficult. Again this morning on the way to cheer the marathoners, I once again mounted the beast (no sexual innuendo attended although it did come to mind after I typed). Each time I did it with a little more grace and ease. Before the train left the station (no, there isn't a station...), I decided to take a picture of the train from the track and closer. I will admit that the wheels come to about my waist, and it is literally a climb. At least it was added exercise to my walking excursions, and the train rarely stays in one place for longer than thirty minutes.
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