Clint and deserted rusty truck.
First of all, Clint's a Bears fan. He got that green and yellow jacket for christmas. That must be clarified living on the Illinois - Wisconsin (Packer's) border.
Anyway, we went out taking pictures while the day was still nice. It was supposted to get colder and cloudier later in the afternoon.
Which would work out fine because Nascar's race this week was to be at Bristol. (That in itself made the day. I don't want to rehash the race but there was so much bad blood brewing that at the end of it Jeff Gordon actually got mad and pushed another driver!! I can see Matt Kennseth or Kurt Busch or Tony Stewart doing that but Gordon?)
Clint drove. Being twenty three and having a four wheel drive Grand Cherokee must give you more chutzpah. The picture below was 200 - 300 yards down a muddy, hilly, rocky path thru someone's field paralleling the tracks. I wasn't so scared of someone complaining about us driving thru their field than as I was of blowing a tire and having to walk out. And this wasn't the worse one. About an hour later we were probably a mile deep into someone's field following a grassy path along a fence line. This owner must have been a hunter. He had deer stands set in the trees and there were many other signs of hunters having been around. Nothing like trepassing on land occasionally occupied by men with guns.
The tracks seen below are right outside of town on a narrow paved country road.
The crossing has no lights or gate. The train doesn't seem to have any regular schedule anymore. A few years ago it ran out of Walworth Wisconsin giving tourists a taste of the countryside. Now it's just a safety hazard that will never get gates because it is not used enough.