A Traveler and his Cat exploring America.

Thursday, September 22, 2022

Walking Arlington

 Arlington, South Dakota.

Well the lady at the service station was right.  The train roared through at 4:50 a.m.  The engineer laid on the horn the entire way as none of the crossings in town have crossing arms.  I was able to go back to sleep after all the commotion.

Now most of these towns in the midwest like to exercise their emergency sirens every day at noon.  Arlington has taken this practice to a whole new level.  At 10 p.m. the tornado siren went off.  What the heck? Just a short blast.  Good grief!  I thought a tornado was on its way.  After I went back to sleep from being woken by the four-fifty rolling through town that morning the siren went off at 7 a.m.  Good Lord!  “Everyone up.  Rise and shine.  You kids start getting ready for school.”  Obviously no one is allowed to go to sleep before ten in the evening or sleep in past seven in the morning in Arlington.

I thought I would take a walk around town and see what other oddities Arlington held in store.

I’ll visit their museum.

Main Street.
Sorry to who it was that asked why I never get people in my town photos.  Like all the rest of the Main Streets everywhere we’ve been no one was out walking about in Arlington.
Maybe they were all in that bar on the corner for enough cars were parked there.

As usual, the museum was closed.  I didn’t take a photo of it as an extremely elderly lady was out front pulling weeds.  I was afraid she might ask me to join her in the fun.
I snuck on by and kept walking.

I only include this photo as I was impressed that a Nobel Prize winner was from here.
Still, that tiny little town in Kansas somewhere having a Miss America come from it beats all for me.

Like many other towns on our journey, their pool was out of order.
There is never anyone to ask why?

My walk took me to Nordland Island.
You can see the campers on the other shoreline.

It was what could be a calm peaceful place to sit and enjoy the flowers and pond.

Unfortunately with the intersection of two main highways right there 
the traffic noise ruined the experience.  Grain hauling trucks are in abundance this time of the year.

Each and every town we have been in this year I always try to imagine how it is during the winter.
  Unimaginably unbearable. 

I passed this school house leaving the park.  Of course it was closed.  But you get the key at the museum along with a tour brochure to see inside.  Ah, but the museum was closed for weed picking remember.  Really, it was only open on Saturdays and Sundays for a few hours.  Anyway, I wasn’t disappointed.  I’ve seen enough school houses and none will out do the one we visited in Alkabo.

I did a load of laundry later that day.  $1.25 a load and 25 cents for nine minutes in the dryer.
This is about as cheap as I have ever seen.
Dad!  I don’t like this place.  I want out!!  (Notice fluffed out tail)
“It’s okay sweetie.  This isn’t the vets office.”

- comment reply -

David mentioned an “oil train”.  I see trains pulling the black tanker cars all the time.  But here in Arlington for the first time I saw black tanker cars with Soybean something written on the side.  So not all tankers carry petroleum products.  Some evidently carry food grade oils. 


sparklingmerlot said...

I was one who mentioned the lack of people. I find that lack and the constant heavy vehicular traffic an interesting juxtaposition.
Fully understand Beans' trepidation. It certainly looks like a vet to me! She is a stunning cat but she would know that already.

Barbara R. said...

Well someone has to be out on the farms gathering the grain or whatever, and then going to town for a nice whatever to relax...but I do like the little island. Which must be iced in during the winter, but too bad nobody can play on that ice. What no pick up hockey games?

Ellen D. said...

I guess since they haven't listed any champions since 2010, that the local schools must have closed then...

Debby said...

I have never seen such a clean laundromat!

Heidi said...

I used to live in Watertown, SD in grades K, 1 and 2. The neighbor girls and I would walk the 3 blocks to school together. My mother told me that she would sometimes lose sight of us in the blowing snow before we made it across the street. My uncle, from SD, said they would tie ropes to themselves and attach the other end to the house so they didn’t get lost on the way to and from the barn.