3 bridges, 2 stairwells, and a cop

Today Lyd came over about 10. it was cool and overcast, so I decided to do a bridge walk. These are better on overcast days, because there is no place to hide from the sun.

We left my place and headed up to Seneca, and walked past the old house. At Delaware, we made a left and headed town to Brighton, out Brighton and across the Hill To Hill Bridge and the 2nd Avenue Ramp.

Coming down the hill I asked Ly if she wanted to go directly to the Fahy Bridge or if she wanted to do Sand Island and use the stairs. She voted for Sand Island. This is when we discovered the the playground has no swings! Those poor children. Walking toward the bridge I asked Lyd if she wanted to make the loop around the island or go straight up the stairs. She asked me all the normal questions, how far, where, ect. Then voted to go for it. It would add about a half mile to the route and she still said yes.


We had reached the turn to cross the canal and she decided we could get a great pix of the steel if we went down the hill. It was a great photo op, but I had Birks on! It wasn't easy.

From the pix you can see any weight I'm losing is above the waist. I am now a bowling pin. Swell. Soon I'll look like Aunt Emma. This is clearly an unflattering photo.

Then we climbed back up the hill, crossed the bridge and headed down the canal tow path to the Fahy Bridge.

We climbed up the stairs, crossed the river and creek, and came down the stairs onto Second Street. Then wove our way back to my house.

We had come out of an alley and onto Alaska street and I didn't even look to cross. Why, I have no idea. Lydia says, Gayle, there's a cop. Oops. Then he pulls over. I'm thinking poop. He's going to give us a citation. But alas, it was only a coincidence. He had bigger fish to fry.

We were home maybe 15 minutes, when a certain spoiled furry creature demanded a walk. Off we went again.