Because I wasn't baby-sitting yesterday, and it was such a perfect winter day, once Cliff headed to work I went to the cabin and sat on the porch awhile. As you can see, the path down toward the back of our place looked so inviting that I simply had to take another stroll.
I don't usually go all the way to our back fenceline because there's another 10- or 15-foot drop-off to get there; besides, it's often pretty soggy at that lowest spot on our place. But this time, I felt like crossing the fence and standing on the railroad tracks (yeah, I'm 61, but the kid in me never grows up).
There's something exciting about being on a railroad track. I've always loved to walk on them, measuring my steps from tie to tie. Mandy seems to like it, too.