When I first visited the Red Bridge Park which is really a rusty bridge park, there was a rock that was empty.
The other day we stopped by the park again. This time the rock was occupied.
Soon the old railroad trestle will be history too.
It remains a popular place to have your photo taken.
Everyone here is in recouperation mode. One day at a time. Far Guy is still sore from his surgery, Chance is still hungry and sleeping a lot. I am headed for the Clinic this morning…I suspect that the ice pick in my ear is not really an ice pick but an ear infection. If it aint one thing it is another. Far Guy says we should take bets on who will croak first…him, me or the dog.