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| Me on my way back from Mexico, 2007 |
I stopped by the old cement factory in Lime I had to. I had stopped there a long time ago on the road back from Mexico. This time passing through on my bike, I thought I'd relive the adventure.
Cement bits covered the once busy work place. Graffiti decorated the walls with mind melting vulgarity and antagonism– like "thank you". The ambience still excited, but it wasn't the same, an adventure already lived never quite relives the same way; the grounds had already been explore many years before, and they remained in much the same state minus a doorframe hear and there and perhaps some new wallwriting and a moved chair. The real adventure was in the before and after.
To arrive there I took the closed back road from Huntington, crossing the active train track bridge in the process. Leaving I got stuck. The only road out of the place was the freeway, which I had no desire to ride in the fade twilight. After some debate I put up on the otherside of the tracks in a beautiful grove of trees– beautiful in the sunlight, not so beautiful once the full moon rose, perpetual wind gust blew, highway traffic whirred, and trains consistently blasted past in the night. Bum fire pits littered the grove and deer nibbled on the grass as the night went on. I was convinced a train bum would knife me in my hammock at any moment. To say the least I was terrified; gradually sleep won over.
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| Me on my way home, 2012 |
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