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you were warned
I don’t know. I don’t know that trains really need a sign about the handrail situation on a bridge. You know, since they don’t have hands.
That sign is facing a highway, but I didn’t have the sense that there were a lot of (or any) pedestrians walking the tracks. And anyway, who’s ever even SEEN handrails on a train bridge? Wouldn’t it be more sign-worthy to announce the rare times where there WERE railings?
Anyway, as I said: I don’t know.
Lubbock County, Texas
photographed 5.14.2023
The dark swath across the sky
In addition to the gravel road from the other day, we found another one on our way to Trinchera, Colorado.
We also found a railroad bridge that crossed tiny Trinchera Creek. And since we were on a little-used road, it was easy to pull over and climb down to the stream and have a look around. (The graffiti tells me we weren’t the first ones to do so.)
The best part was the way the bridge cut across the sky.
Trinchera, Colorado
photographed 9.5.2016
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Remember the the other day, when I mentioned the avoid-Interstates trip? That was only part of the reasons we ended up in Trinchera, Colorado. The other reason was that I remembered my dad mentioning it. Now, I’ll admit that it would sure be a better story if I could recall what he said about it, but I can’t. (On the good side, though, at least you don’t have to read through a long account of something that happened in 1928 and was already boring as soon as it had happened.)
But, anyway. Trinchera. The road and the train cross over Trinchera Creek just on the west side of town. And there’s a path down to the creek, which gave me a nice view of the railroad bridge.
Trinchera, Colorado
photographed 9.5.2016
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