In my last post I wrote that it’s very difficult to show COLD in a picture. Today I will add that it’s IMPOSSIBLE to show STINK in a picture.
STINK is what got me to investigate further today after picking up my mail at the post office. I had a pretty good idea where it was coming from. Some days are worse than others when it comes to the smell emanating from the wastewater treatment plant and it doesn’t always have to do with which way the wind is blowing. What I mean to say is: THE AIR WAS UNUSUALLY STINKY TODAY.
Maybe you noticed the chain link fence with the barbed wire and the guard tower looming above it in the Title Picture. Perhaps you thought there was a high security prison inside. Uh uh, it was a picture taken from outside of the wastewater treatment plant–as if ANYBODY would want to break into a place that smelled like that. But then, it WAS the smell that brought ME here.
I took those pictures of the wastewater treatment facility, but I never intended them to be the highlight of this post. I went searching for some better photo ops. I found this one and thought it would be the highlight.
But that was far from the highlight of today’s ride. As I cruised through the downtown area, I noticed people gathering around ice sculptures. Unbeknownst to me, our local brewery sponsored an ice sculpting contest on Valentines Day. You would think they would have consulted me before doing something like that. After all, I am the most famous citizen in all of Hastings who is a Cycle365 blogger. Also, I purchase growlers from them, and I buy four-packs of pints of their beer at the local beer stores.
I bear no ill will to the brewery for not asking for my opinion or permission, but it would have been nice if they had promoted the event somehow. We were lucky to have had such cold weather since then or else the sculptures might have melted before I could see them. That’s what is going to happen next week when temperatures are expected to get up into the 40’s.
Here are a few more Valentine-themed ice sculptures:
I raced home and told The Feeshko — my true Valentine — about my discovery. We’re going to go down there together before they melt away.