MLK Jr Ride Time

Parking at the rail crossing on Marriottsville Road, the parking lot was iced over. I was hoping that this was not going to be a bad idea. As we were tacking up, a train blew through the intersection. I heard the train rumbling in and placed myself between the tracks and KC. The train had to blow the horn, it is a law.

I waved to the engineer, who not only waved back, he did, but he also swung open the door and walked out of the engine compartment and waved to us vigorously, and gave me the 'fist bump' gesture. KC stood like a statue. Cars were lining up on both sides of the train.

We proceeded out, along the tracks where the frozen puddles were rather large. Navigating these was interesting. I again was hoping this wasn't going to be a big mistake.

We rode to the Woodstock Inn, sparsely populated, no bikers and no horses. There was no evidence of any horsemen in the woods in the past several days. It was slippery in spots but the boys were careful and we didn't fall down or have any hair-raising events.

On the way back we scared up nearly twenty deer near Bon Secours. It was not exactly dark when we arrived home. The days are getting longer. In another couple weeks KC will begin shedding his winter coat.