Tuesday trek to the tracks … and back.


Just a handful of days after Halloween and it seems nearly all vestiges of that holiday are gone. The skeletons have returned to their respective closets and the inflatable freaky and frightful characters have been replaced with cumbersome-looking, gigantic turkeys with crusty yellow feet and red wattles that wiggle in the wind.  A few grinning jack-o-lanterns that weren’t pitched in yesterday’s trash are still sitting out, looking a little worse for the wear from the squirrels who have been busy chomping on their gory-looking faces.

At least some of the beautiful harvest décor, like the jewel-toned mums, scarecrows and cornhusks, get to linger a little longer … at least ‘til Thanksgiving weekend when the Christmas decorations get dragged out and put up. Thanksgiving is only three weeks away.  It’s hard to think of that gateway to the holiday season with such mild temps as we are enjoying this week.

Today’s destination was to the railroad tracks and back – roundtrip about four miles. I kept a leisurely pace to enjoy the serenity of the morning under a brilliant sky.  The air smelled of musty leaves and Fall fertilizer and though it was perfectly calm outside, leaves were drifting through the air from trees high above, like time-lapse images found in the glossy pages of “National Geographic”.

I lingered on the footbridge that separates Lincoln Park and Wyandotte. With the time change, the sun is stronger and the angle of its rays onto the Creek made the scene look golden … the trees are still full of leaves, all of them bright yellow, and the reflection on the water was gorgeous.  A few ducks paddled around silently, every so often grouping in a little cove, then drifting out again to nibble at the reeds along the water’s edge.  It was so peaceful that I stood there for the longest time just woolgathering and storing the image in my mind’s eye to drag out once the cold and blustery Winter days arrive.

While I was pondering life from the footbridge, suddenly a lot of honking preceded the arrival of a flock of geese flying in formation. I counted at least two dozen of them hootin’ and hollerin’ as only Canada Geese do, as they made their journey South. Why bother migrating at all – we’re set to have a mild Winter and our official high temp today was 76°, smashing the 1987 record of 75° … save yourself the aggravation.

Maybe someone should whisper in their ears and they can head back soon.

It was a beautiful day to be outside – the birds were singing from the near-bare trees and the squirrels were chasing one another instead of gathering nuts for Winter. It seems this Indian Summer finds us all with Spring fever.

About Linda Schaub

This is my first blog and I enjoy writing each and every post immensely. I started a walking regimen in 2011 and decided to create a blog as a means of memorializing the people, places and things I see on my daily walks. I have always enjoyed people watching, and so my blog is peppered with folks I meet, or reflections of characters I have known through the years. Often something piques my interest, or evokes a pleasant memory from my memory bank, so this becomes a “slice o’ life” blog post that day. I respect and appreciate nature and my interaction with Mother Nature’s gifts is also a common theme. Sometimes the most-ordinary items become fodder for points to ponder over and touch upon. My career has been in the legal field and I have been a legal secretary for four decades, primarily working in downtown Detroit, and now working from my home. I graduated from Wayne State University with a degree in print journalism in 1978, though I’ve never worked in that field. I like to think this blog is the writer in me finally emerging!! Walking and writing have met and shaken hands and the creative juices are flowing once again in Walkin’, Writin’, Wit & Whimsy – hope you think so too. - Linda Schaub
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2 Responses to Tuesday trek to the tracks … and back.

  1. Marge Aubin says:

    The day was perfect for just looking and feeling. Someone had been burning leaves and my mind jumped back many years to a time when I was young and we as youngsters had a fire where potatoes were cooking inside the burning leaves. I wonder if the kids now do that. Wow! That certainly was reaching back. But at the time it was fun.


  2. lindasschaub says:

    I am loving this weather too Marge – I like that look back – it sounds fun and a nice memory. I don’t recall ever cooking with the fire from the leaves after we moved here – when we lived in Oakville, it was a new sub and there were no trees, so I don’t remember any leaf raking when I was growing up. But we had those two tall Oak trees that we had cut down as they got carpenter ants. They made such a lot of leaves when they dropped – it seemed like they were knee high sometimes.


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