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Rails form the perfect pathway for exploring unknown landscapes among familiar neighborhood territory.

Rails form the perfect pathway for exploring unknown landscapes among familiar neighborhood territory.

I’ve been back in the States for nearly equal time to that for which I was abroad (13 months each) and I’m awed that nearly everyday brings fresh reason for reflection. This is my second winter (after escaping two winters in favor of perpetual tropical suns), and I took the day to marvel at a world transformed by the magic of snow, and cold, and ice.

Magnolias await their chance at spring, holding back their buds.

Magnolias await their chance at spring, holding back their buds.

Nashville experiences more deep freezes annually than most would predict for its placement one state solidly below the Mason-Dixon Line. In the burn of consistent summer temperatures of the 90s and 100s, it is impossible to conceive of winters with spending weeks below freezing, much less whitened landscapes. Yet here is the proof.

Uphill Battle

Tire tracks fail to reveal the uphill struggle that defeated 3 cars just moments previous.

Once or twice a year we are blanketed in a true winter blanket as the city shudders to a stop–on this occasion at the unique behest of the Mayor himself who called for a citywide snowday: Quiet your cars, take to your neighborhoods. A fitting way to spend the day, stealing away these moments of enforced locality to explore my own habitat. Breaking free from hibernation.

Thin ice on a mailbox, yet 3" on the window of my car.

Thin ice on a mailbox, yet 3″ on the window of my car.

Ever since moving to this neighborhood (Sylvan Park) I’ve wanted to explore the rails and thought there is no better day than today. With trees lying across the tracks, even these steal carriages are quieted.

A sunny day hovering at 20F degrees. A good day for going now where fast.

A sunny day hovering at 20F degrees. A good day for going now where fast.

Scarlett, the rescue hound under my charge, and I took to the rails this morning to wander our way through the back tracks of Sylvan Park, under I-440 interstate and ceased upon entering the fenced lot of resting giants tucked behind Centennial Park. Here are the results:

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Author: Lale Princey

Born and raised in Nashville, Tennessee I grew up weened on hot summer nights chasing fireflies and fall afternoons paddling creeks, climbing trees and kicking up leaves. The past ten(ish) years I called Oregon home and before that I dabbled in Asheville, North Carolina, Madagascar and plenty of places in between. In November, 2012 I broke loose of business suits & commutes for good. Now I test my meddle gallivanting through SE Asia and chasing down the uncommon. Follow my travels at LiveRightTravelFar.com

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