I did it

—Yr Fthfl Srvnt hiked his 2.8 miles on Lehigh Valley RailTrail without engendering blog-material.
I did it by being antisocial, avoiding conversation with those I passed.
Joggers, dog walkers, bicyclists — some fast, some slow.
There was one exception: three girls jogging toward me. One stopped, requiring they all stop.
When they restarted toward me, I said “I used to run myself, and you’re not supposed to stop.”
Smiles galore as they chided the original stopper, who called herself the caboose.
Railroads no longer use cabooses. They use a flashing rear-end device (the “FRED”) which radios trainline air-pressure to the train’s engineer.
They also use lineside defect-detectors, to detect flaws a caboose-crew monitored.
I guess cabooses are still in use on Lehigh Valley RailTrail, even though the railroad is gone.
Instead of saying “and so the wife dutifully falls in behind her husband,” I only said hello or waved.
I did say hello to the dogs; there were a couple.
Dogs always wanna check out me = a fellow dog-person.
Slinging words (writing) is much more fun, but mail goes unopened, and lawn goes unmowed.
Lehigh Valley RailTrail is notorious. Pretty girls often, and they reverse my childhood. “No pretty girl will smile at you, but they do on Lehigh Valley RailTrail.
All I hafta do is talk to ‘em = strike up a conversation.
Conversation with a pretty girl is automatically blog-material.
That even happens with men!
That rail trail is risky.