Our Sunday Stroll

Sam and I have been packing in the walks lately. I think part of this is just liking to get out of the house for a bit. But I also think that part of this is knowing that winter is on the horizon and there’s some internal pressure to take advantage of the nice weather while we can (speaking for myself, that is.)

Lately, a lot of our weekend walks have been along the bike path, which is over in the neighboring town. This bike path is not to be confused with the bike path that we walk along that's in the other neighboring town - that’s the path that follows the canal. The one that I'm talking about is the path that starts at the train yard and snakes through the woods before coming to an old iron bridge which crosses the river.

This time of year, we save the train yard path for the weekends. By the time I get home during the week, the late autumn daylight fades too quickly - certainly too quickly for walking along wooded paths which empty into secluded train yards (speaking for myself, that is.)

Anyway, due to the overwhelming response to the photos of the previous post (I'm kidding, of course,) here's some more photos for you to enjoy, these from this past Sunday...

Here’s a picture taken along the path, heading toward the iron bridge (which is out of sight in this photo.) The bike path usually isn't very crowded and Sunday was no exception. But it seemed like every time I went to take a picture, somebody I didn't know would appear on the horizon. I’m not a big fan of people - especially people I don’t know, so the last thing I want is a photograph of someone I don’t know, ruining the photo by being in it. I finally managed to time this one right and got a nice photo of nobody.

A little ways down the bike path, just before approaching the iron bridge, there's a field off to the right. Last year, there were strawberry bushes planted as far as you could see. This year? No trace of strawberries, but plenty of pumpkins. I suspect that this is somehow a statement on the past election, I just haven't figured out the precise message.

Here's a view of the iron bridge, or what I used to think of as "The Rickety Bridge." It turns out that the bridge isn't rickety at all! It just feels rickety because my legs are constantly shaking whenever I walk across it.

Here's a view of the river, looking south. The water's pretty low, but this was taken last Sunday. We've had two days (so far) of steady rain since then. If the rain decides to stop by this weekend, hopefully Sam and I will check it out again. Stay tuned.

Here's another view from the bridge, this time looking north. Off to the left is where the Deerfield River feeds into the Connecticut River (which is the river in these photos.) Off to the right and a little hidden, is another iron bridge - almost a twin of the one I'm on.

One difference between the other iron bridge and the one I'm on is that the one I'm on only allows foot traffic (which apparently doesn't apply to the motorcycle that went tooling by us - obviously a "rules don't apply to me" type of rebel.)

Another difference is that, despite my shaking legs, the bridge that I'm on is for the most part, sound (as far as I know.) The other bridge is in truly awful shape - yet they allow anyone who is stupid enough, to drive across it - in any vehicle they choose. I can only assume that this is done in the hopes that if a car might fall through, it won't fall through all the way - and it will therefore plug at least one of those unsightly holes.

Here's a picture I took of Sam as we headed back to the train yard.  I have nothing in particular to say about this photo, I just liked the look of the shadows and the way they contrasted with the colors of the trees. Also, I should mention that, when I said earlier that I don't like people, there are, of course, some exceptions.