I had a comment on the recent post about my walk in the woods and down to the railroad track, asking if I'd walked on the rail:
"Please tell me you walked on the rails too. What good is a railroad track if you can't try to balance on the rails. I'm 62, be 63 in Jan. but if I had access to a railroad I would certainly do some rail walking. I can still handle that height without falling and hurting myself. Another pleasure of childhood not available to my grandchildren."
Of course this meant another walk to the back of our property with Mandy, because I just HAD to see if I could do it. I think I finally made it about ten steps. I was never well-coordinated, even as a child. Age hasn't improved my skills. But it was fun! And if Mandy knew how to operate a camera, I'd have asked her to take my picture. Perhaps I'll take the granddaughters there one of these days and we'll all take pictures.
I heard a train whistle in the distance and decided to wait and get a shot of the engine approaching. That silly train was moving slowly; I must have waited at least ten minutes from the time I first heard it whistle.
Because I had seen the carcass of a dead dog near the track earlier, I sent Mandy back onto our property, not wanting to lose my dog to a train engine. I needn't have worried. When the train got really close, she disappeared quickly.