short cut the long way

The man in this photo is randy brown. ex-birminghamian, rabid map enthusiast, and one of only a very few known people who know the lyrics to The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald. Randy was in town this weekend. After I rode to the farmers market, we rendezvoused and rode back to the house. After a few rounds of pull the dirty sack (conjures a strange image, I know) we got stuck at the same railroad crossing that I get stuck at 2 or 3 times each week. I explained how I thought maybe the gravel road next to the tracks might possibly finally come out at SMI. So down the road we went. It probably took 3 times as long as riding on the road due to the intermittent patches of sand. At times it was easier to ride in the tracks themselves, which isn't real easy. But, in the end, lo and behold the "road" does come out at SMI. So I now have a way around the trains, I cannot be stopped.