Big Pine Creek

Click any photo to enlarge.I hate to see what this post turns out as. Everywhere I go I see that dreaded red x where photos are supposed to be. So while these appear now, I wonder if once I publish it if they will be there. If they are not, I am still just going to wait a while and see what happens.

The top two photos show a bridge over this creek--it is Big Pine Creek. When we used to take our daughters back and forth to Purdue University, we passed over this creek fairly often. Only on a well traveled road. Where we first saw it was right at the edge of a town called Attica, Indiana. It was way, way down in this gorge. We always wanted to investigate it farther, and hopefully fish it someday.
So last summer we decided to investigate farther, and found two or three places where we would have easy access to it. But this was one of the best views to be had of it. It definitely looks like a creek just waiting to be waded.

If life ever slows down, maybe we can try it later this summer. We sort of had plans to go fishing a while today, but last night our back door lock decided it would stay locked no matter what. So Roger has to get a new one and put in. I need a few other things from the store, so it doesn't look like we will be going anywhere very far from home.

Through the windshield again...

I tried to post last night but blogger would not upload my pictures, not even singly. I am finding it hard to find time to post the past few days.
Yesterday we left here shortly before 10:00 to head over to Indianapolis for test at IUPUI on our oldest daughter. Did not get home till about 4:00 yesterday evening. IUPUI is a big teaching hospital complex for Indiana University/Purdue University.
I had Roger's little camera in the car and wondered why I hadn't taken it inside...it was just beautiful to look out from the fourth flour at all the white puffy clouds.
So on the way home, I snapped a few more shots through the windshield. Ignor the time stamped...I didn't take time to correct it.
By the time we got home, the clouds had gotten much smaller and risen higher in the sky. And then a lot of them disappeared. I didn't have the opportunity I thought I would to get out and take some with my good camera. The little point and shoot does not even have a view finder to look through--depends totally on the screen and it is very hard to see when outside.

Today soon as my younger daughter gets home from a doctor's appt. we are headed over there again. So I will be pressed for time to even visit my normal blogs.

Walking home...

This is another shot 'through the window' from the other evening. For several days, I kept running across pictures of trains and/or railroad tracks when I visited other blogs. And I was going to scan a picture from some of mine, but never got around to it.

Anyway, any time I see RR track pictures, it takes me back to childhood. Instantly. We walked railroad tracks most of the way to school, almost every single day we went to school. At that time, what they used to go between the railroad ties on our tracks was old coal cinders. Maybe a few of rocks at different spots...I cannot remember for sure. But I know most of the way was cinders. And where my socks would wrinkle would always have black dust settle into them.

Our tracks were more grown up with briars, bushes, etc along the sides, and the sides were steep--about 4 or 5 feet higher than the surrounding for part of the way. Anyway, if the train happened to pass we had to hurry and find a way to get off the tracks. But there was always the hope that they would throw out some kind of candy to us. I really only remember it happening a time or two to me, but still a kid always has hope. But that made train men kind of hold a special place in my heart. And of course they always waved to me...they actually waved to everyone. But being young I thought I was special.

But back to the socks--I also remember trying to wash them out at night and laying them over the heat register to try to get dry before morning. When in high school, I had 3 or 4 pair of the knee high socks, and that was it. So I always had to wash them. And to keep them from falling down, I used a rubber band up near the top and folded the top inch or so of sock down over them. And others I knew did this, too, it wasn't just me.