Yesterday evening, for the first time in about two months, Sam and I went for a walk down at the rail yard. This walk, as we've found, is pretty weather dependent. Or rather, wind direction dependent. This is the path that, partway down, comes all too close to the vicinity of a sewage treatment plant. The plant sits just to the east of the path, just after the Bridge of Death.
If the wind is blowing from the west, as it was yesterday, it blows the treatment plant's "aroma" away from us and allows for a more than tolerable experience. If the wind blows from the east, or, if it's a hot and humid day and the air is not moving at all (as it was about two months ago) - well, as Sam used to say, it's not our favorite.
Two months ago, Sam and I made it as far as crossing over the Bridge of Death - and then we ran into the invisible cloud of stink. Thus ended our sometimes leisurely strolls at the rail yard - at least for the foreseeable future.
Yesterday felt as if autumn was approaching, which I guess it is. The air was particularly comfortable. With low humidity and a light westerly wind, the walk worked out fine. (Though, by our return, the wind had died down and one of us (not me) spent much of our time in range of the of the treatment plant, coughing and semi-gagging).
But we made it. That's the important thing. Here are some all too familiar views which, by now, don't need any explanation...
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