…and not always in a good way.
Recently, we made a trip across town to run some errands. Along the way, we had to cross over the river. Running parallel to our bridge was a railroad bridge with a span of nearly a half-mile. Imagine my surprise to see two people walking across that bridge! What were they thinking?
Had a train barreled through, they wouldn’t have been able to outrun it, and the river below is maybe seventy-five feet down and rocky. The area is known for the whitewater rapids. I simply cannot imagine why they would have taken such a risk.
I did the only thing I could. I called the police. I have no idea if they caught the people walking across. There was nothing on the news about anyone being struck by a train in the area, so I’m assuming they made it across okay. Maybe they thought it was fun. I lost sleep over it.