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Let's take another walk. Last time we went to the country, so howabout this time we head toward the city? I know! We can go to the Yellow Brick Road.
Sounds preposterous, the Yellow Brick Road is just in the movies. But I'm serious! First you go past the old plaza, past the ice cream shop, and head down the side road, where few cars ever seem to turn...
What could be down there? Why is it so empty? Well, there's a few twists and turns. Don't get discouraged, let's descend.
Finally we're at the bottom, beneath the big highway bridge. Traffic rushes by above us. I'm sweating, it's hot out.
Turn to your right: there's an old church and a fork in the road. Neither side seems to go anywhere. Let's explore a bit, howabout we take a right?
Pass a bunch of boring houses on the right, vinyl siding, not much to see, and some woods to the left. Old ladies giving me the stare, not gonna photograph them. But there is this beautiful 19th c. house near the end.
And we're at the end. Darn. But wait, pedestrians allowed. Let's keep going!
Road's not so great. Almost gravel, overgrown with weeds. Lots of graffiti and stuff. Eventually this overlook appears. Nice!
Road ends again, this time for real. But there's a little dirt path beyond the exit. I'm not taking it, but it looks like it crosses the rail trail, and (according to high school mythology) leads to a zone called "Chill Hill".
Let's head all the way back to the old church and take the left fork instead. Now there's a creek to our left, and a few houses to our right.
The road seems to end much more abruptly, petering out into some trees. But one house is interesting. Like a standalone row house. Maybe this area was supposed to be urbanized, at some point? Why?
Let's head the other way from the church. Looks like an entrance to some sort of closed-off bridge. Weird lamp, though. And the grass and pavement seem well tended.
From the bridge we get an even better view of the overpass. And... what's this? Some sort of light-colored brick, buried beneath the dirt?
Let's cross the bridge. Now we're within city limits (what, you can't tell?). More brick bursts from beneath the pavement. We hit a fork, let's follow it straight.
The road's now wooded, with many splotches of brick appearing beneath the old pavement. Can you see it? Surely this is the Yellow Brick Road---or was.
A couple more twists and turns and... it ends just as suddenly as it began. We're thrust back out into the boring 'ol suburbs, within city limits but right before it grows dense.
I guess that was it, the Yellow Brick Road. Back home along the highway, we can catch a glimpse of our yellow brick bridge from above.
And that's it for today. I'm drenched with sweat, time to go home.
For reference, the places above are indeed plausibly the yellow brick road of yore. But it's uncertain. Here's some reading. http://albanynyhistory.blogspot.com/2010/01/follow-yellow-brick-road.html?m=1
Side note: all above images taken on this 2010 Motorola phone, still running Android 2.2 "Froyo". Keeps it interesting!
