I had hoped today would be nice enough that the girls and I could have a picnic at the cabin, and start a campfire. Alas, it's gotten cooler all day. Even so, we were gone two hours walking along the railroad track. And not a single train came along while we were there.
We walked a mile or so, to the place where a road crosses the tracks; this is where the train wreck happened, last April. By the state of the deteriorating railroad ties, I wouldn't be surprised to hear of another train wreck along this area.
We pretty much avoided looking at the big dead dog that we knew was laying along the tracks from last time, and I warned the girls when I saw a dead fox (or is it a coyote? I didn't think coyotes had bushy tails like that?) up ahead, in case they wanted to avoid him. He obviously hadn't been there long, and their curiosity got the best of them; they took a good, long look, and expressed their sympathy for him. I assured them that he probably never knew what hit him.
It amazes me that any animal would stand there and be hit by a train; you hear and see them coming for so long, and it seems any creature would run away. That's what Mandy does: she wants nothing to do with trains! For some reason, though, the track is strewn with carcasses and bones.
On a different topic, Cliff finally tore into my dryer: It was taking longer and longer to dry a load of clothes, and we knew there had to be lint stopping up the works. I am not exaggerating when I say we got at least a half-bushel of lint out of the innards of the dryer. I wish I'd taken a picture! It had been a problem for some time, but Cliff doesn't enjoy tearing dryers apart the way he does tractors, so he kept forgetting to do it.
Final edit: I do believe my reader is correct; that's no fox, it's a coyote. Which make me happy, because I like foxes better than coyotes, although I'm a big admirer of both (in other words, if one or the other has to die, let it be a coyote).