I’ve run under this cool trestle a gazillion times, but tonight was the first time a train was passing overhead.  It was a bit unsettling to run under a bridge with a train moving by just a few feet above.  The trestle floor is not solid; you can look up from underneath and see the underside of the cars passing overhead.

I also love the railroad bridge that crosses the river. 

It has a nostalgic feel. 

The artwork on the train cars is captivating.

Another perfect Juneathon evening, when I can run at almost 9pm and it is light out. 

Another 2 miles in the fitness log book.

I’m reading The Appeal, by John Grisham.  It’s a good one.