We've had the strangest weather over the past couple of days. Last night, a storm blew into this area. It was supposed to bury everything between Pittsburgh and Montreal in snow; however, we experienced a deluge in New York, along with gale-force winds. Through it all, the temperature actually rose overnight, from the mid-30s to around 60F (2 to 15 C). Then, this afternoon, the temperature dropped again.
Somewhere in all of that I sneaked in a few of miles on Tosca. After descending the ramp from the Queens spur of the RFK Bridge, I wended my way along the path that rims the East River until I reached the Bronx Kill. No, it's not a dance or crime; it's a strait that separates the borough for which it's named from the Island. ("Kill" comes from "kille", a Dutch word for "creek".) Underneath the ramp to the Bronx spur of the RFK, I espied this:
How I missed it in all of the years I've been riding there is beyond me. As we say in the old country, "What's wrong with this picture?"
Perhaps I need to get out more, but I don't recall seeing, anywhere else, a railroad crossing sign on the bank of a creek, river or stream. Who are they trying to keep off the tracks? The Randall's Island Salamander?
To be fair, when the tide recedes (The East River is actually an estuary of the ocean.), the water level in Bronx Kill drops so much that you can walk across the abandoned car and body parts on the bottom. Still, I don't know why anyone would try to cross the tracks--or jump on a train--from there.
Somewhere in all of that I sneaked in a few of miles on Tosca. After descending the ramp from the Queens spur of the RFK Bridge, I wended my way along the path that rims the East River until I reached the Bronx Kill. No, it's not a dance or crime; it's a strait that separates the borough for which it's named from the Island. ("Kill" comes from "kille", a Dutch word for "creek".) Underneath the ramp to the Bronx spur of the RFK, I espied this:
How I missed it in all of the years I've been riding there is beyond me. As we say in the old country, "What's wrong with this picture?"
Perhaps I need to get out more, but I don't recall seeing, anywhere else, a railroad crossing sign on the bank of a creek, river or stream. Who are they trying to keep off the tracks? The Randall's Island Salamander?
To be fair, when the tide recedes (The East River is actually an estuary of the ocean.), the water level in Bronx Kill drops so much that you can walk across the abandoned car and body parts on the bottom. Still, I don't know why anyone would try to cross the tracks--or jump on a train--from there.
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