Sunday, 3 may, 2009. It is 10:40 a.m., and I am driving west on 12th St. NE, on my way to pick Chris up for Sunday dinner at the 'rents. 12th St. NE is crossed by a viaduct carrying a long abandoned railroad. How long abandoned? Twenty or thirty years, judging by the trees growing on the right-of-way. The bridge itself is largely free of vegetation, except for grass and a few small trees. It was there that I saw a man walking south along the railroad.
That in and of itself isn't strange: I've seen a lot of people on that bridge over the years, and even been there myself. What made this weird was, the dude was carrying a canoe. Yeah, I said canoe. Not a full sized one, mind: this one looked to be about half the normal size. But the shape was unmistakable. It was a freaking canoe.
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Was it just a canoe, or was it a "freaking" canoe?
Do the railroad tracks go out past some old gravel pits north of town, maybe? If so, he might have been using his portable canoe to do a little fishing...12th stree is definitley too far for him to have walked the tracks from the Winnebago River (if the train even crossed it).
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