Causeway Area in Tighty Whities
About this time last year, we traveled downstate to a lake area that was know to have some very good, quite scenic areas. The leaves where starting to change color, so it was pretty.
A built up rock road split the lake and provided some excellent views of trees. The water was often so calm that the trees were mirrored on the surface of the water.
There was no one around, so I decided to do much of the walk in just my “tighty whities boy” t-shirt and Stafford white briefs (and socks and shoes of course).
The road actually led to some farmland on an inland part of the lake…I guess the lake was a leftover from a change of course of a river. At one point near the center part of the road there was a causeway (that’s what I call it) where culverts provided an way for water to get from one side of the road to the other.
This was a perfect spot for some (these) photos.
The funny, perhaps embarrassing, part was: right in the middle of taking these photos, a pickup truck came driving towards us down the road…we never even noticed them until they were just a couple hundred feet from us.
As I didn’t even have shorts or pants with me, there was no where to “hide”. So, we just acted as if nothing was out of the norm. They guy driving the truck slowed to a stop and was looking us over and obviously reading my t-shirt; he tipped his cap and said, “it sure is obvious that you are a tighty whities boy; y’all have a good day now.”
