Near the Portland-Falmouth line, you'll find this railroad trestle,with Route 295 humming in the distance with dinner time traffic. When I was 12, I took a 'Learn to Caddy' course at our local Portland Boys Club, and my love of golf was given birth. From that point on through my high school years, my summer days were spent at Riverside Golf Course luggin' bags. On the really hot and humid afternoons, many caddies said the heck with walking and sweating through 18 holes and headed off to this railroad trestle to dive and swim in the cool, refreshing waters below. Me? Mostly, I stayed behind in the shade with my summer high school novels and hoped to 'get out' as we'd say and make some money. No regrets!
ps Tonight, I'm thinking about Elenka. She's stranded overnight at Philadelphia International Airport with just a blanket, pillow, computer, cell, book, snacks, glaring industrial lighting, repetitive TV monitors and airport muzak. By the way, she doesn't do sleep deprivation well at all. This should be interesting! Sleep tight!