There’s an old railroad bridge not far from my house. It’s weirdly shaped inside. Low and narrow. Not very user friendly for how heavily travelled the road is.
Since it’s gotten cold the icicles are forming again, as they do every year. This year, however, they seem particularly wicked. I’m sure glad Howie isn’t any higher because it would really hurt him to hit one.
It seems others with taller vehicles have because a bunch of the points are broken off. They get ground into the street below and are working on forming a rather nice sheet of ice. Yeah, Reading’s lots of fun in the winter.
And the bridge itself? Isn’t it cool? You have no idea how tempting it is to scale the steps beside them. You can’t really tell how overgrown they are in this picture but I don’t think it would be all that easy to do. Of course, the way they’re crumbling doesn’t help either but one of these days…
Since it’s gotten cold the icicles are forming again, as they do every year. This year, however, they seem particularly wicked. I’m sure glad Howie isn’t any higher because it would really hurt him to hit one.
It seems others with taller vehicles have because a bunch of the points are broken off. They get ground into the street below and are working on forming a rather nice sheet of ice. Yeah, Reading’s lots of fun in the winter.
And the bridge itself? Isn’t it cool? You have no idea how tempting it is to scale the steps beside them. You can’t really tell how overgrown they are in this picture but I don’t think it would be all that easy to do. Of course, the way they’re crumbling doesn’t help either but one of these days…
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