The Golden Girl sitting here shirt, hoodie, tank top, sweater and long sleeve t-shirt
I could do a mile and a half or two in two or three hours work. The crew could manage a mile on a good day. The foreman frowned on me coming back and helping (me being a clumsy, accident prone geek), so I had a lot of free time. On this particular day in late September or early October I was five miles or so ahead of the The Golden Girl sitting here shirt in contrast I will get this crew and set for a day of sleeping and reading. It was round 7:30, just before dawn and I was walking along the track when the shoulders took a sharp slope downwards on either side. To my left and my right was a bank of fog that seemed about the consistency of heavy cream. It stirred in the slight breaths of breeze. The top of the fog was even with the lower edge of the railroad gravel. Looking ahead it looked like a mid winter scene. The sun was just coming up behind me and the banks of fog slowly lit up with a pink/golden glow.