Sparky

Day 129: I spent another day prowling the back acres of Mt. Rainier Scenic Railroad's train yard today, nosing among gigantic gears and cogs, broken-down cabooses, cables, chains and whathaveyou, and discovered this 1940s-1950s era fire truck with its glum face frowning down upon a pile of rubbished metal.

I had to think that this old girl had seen some pretty high excitement in her day, but her history is tracelessly gone. She rests here, forgotten except perhaps for a dim recollection in someone's mind as a shiny red rescuer, someone whose life she saved. Yet today, her personality shone through in that spark upon her door handle, a spark which she cared only to reveal to one who came to visit her, however accidentally, in her lonely corner amidst the brush and debris.