The Adventure

"It's only an adventure when things get really messed up." - James P. Finn


 

We finally had the time and opportunity and weather to walk.  A "norther" blew into town dropping temps well below the hundreds of the last week and I was able to talk DH into joining us on a walk to the park.

The park was full of other happy folks enjoying the cooler weather (although it is ridiculous to say  that 80s are "cool"). The sounds of baseball - the ring of the bat, the voices of announcers, and the cheers of the crowd.greeted us as we arrived at the park.

We relaxed, having just been startled on our way down the hill when we found the enemy's gate was open. Fortunately there was no enemy to be seen. We had a few tense moments and sharp words about that open gate.

Happy as the sounds from the baseball fields were, we decided to avoid the crowds and walk down the dirt track.

About half-way down DH commented on a tennis shoe track, "someone has already been here today."

We arrived in the far meadow and let the dogs follow a few trails before we heard a voice call, "Are you from up the hill? I realize I am trespassing." There he was, coming out of the chest high grass, a stranger, clutching something to his chest.

The man was a little older than us, brown from the sun and he quickly explained how he was taking photos of deer along the brush line. He had put out corn and placed an automatic camera there, timed for 4 a.m.

I told him I thought that was a little late to be catching the deer and we all walked back down the road together.

His name is Steve (and yes, I have his license plate number and vehicle description).

We picked up one of Sissy and Dewayne's dog training tools left behind in the field at the front of the park and headed home.

Half way home, as we tried to be responsible dog owners (we forgot our plastic bags and had to snag some in the park), we noticed a truck stop for what appeared no reason. Then we saw it, a utility line down across the road.

We stepped back into a yard well away from the wire and called the local police. We identified ourselves and told the dispatcher we would wait.

Then a woman came out of the house at the corner and yelled over to me, "I have no power." Great - it was an electric line.

Finally the troops arrived, a police car and firetruck.

The long lines of traffic behind the firetruck.

 

Hope no one got too close to that power line.

After briefing the police, DH and I walked one street over to avoid the wires and make sure we missed any of the traffic that would soon build up as the emergency responders figured out what to do.

We made it home. The lights were on. It was time for chores.