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.