05/07/08:

I MUST BE DRIVING TOO MUCH: At the fertilizer plant in Johnson Creek (right across the highway, in fact, from the famous Gobbler), my truck was waiting in the liquid bay to take on a load. I took a little walk around the facility and saw an odd sight: On the eastern side of the plant there is a forlorn-looking field, strewn with trash and dead branches and wasted-looking grass. And in this field was a single robin, hopping back and forth worriedly, sniffing at the none-too-impressive offerings of this little piece of ground.

Other than the once-famous Gobbler, we were also across the road from the well-loved Johnson Creek Outlet Mall. The sun beat down, the first really warm day we've had all year, and I could hear the distant hum of the fertilizer plant. It was just me and the robin and the sorry strip of land, and we seemed to be keeping each other company.

I was sorry when I had to go.

Posted by Alois on