Housekeeping and out of control blood pressure have pulled me back to the trains. It seems I need a little exercise, a little fresh air. This is the train trestle in Osceola that inspires me at times. Baugo Ferretti Park now hems it in, but there's a back gate close to my front door, so I slip in when there's time. I'm thinking we ought to do a writer's picnic next week. The park has some nice short hikes.