Blue and I went for what I figured would be a nice, uneventful ride along the river bottom. It WAS a good day, and a wonderful time with my horse. But when we were ready to cross the bridge and head out of the bottoms, we couldn't: There'd been a train derailment! This is very near the spot where we came upon the cornfield fire last fall. What on earth did I do for excitement before I got my noble steed?