by Lynnestra Parker-Region Reviews
Upon landing I found myself at a cross roads, literally. The darkness encompassed everything except right in the middle of the cross roads where teleporting easels stood. To the east takes you to Industrial park and to the south takes you to the sandbox. I clicked the picture for Industrial park and was taken to another intersection. Looking east here is a road leading to a tunnel, south a road continues to a right curve and to the North the road straight. Turning to look west I see beautiful trees in their Autumn splendor.
I decide to go South and see where the right curve goes. A trailer caught my eye. It was full of servers and super computers. There was a Canadian flag flying in front of it, near the road. Between the flag and the trailer stands a radio tower.
Next door to the trailer is a cafe. Of course I had to see the cafe. Can't pass up a cup of good coffee. This is not a "normal" cafe. This one has books, lots of books. There is a bar too. The back is fully open and allows patrons the choice to sit comfortably indoors or outdoors. It is a nice place to drink a glass of wine and read a good book as the seagulls serenade while flying over the water.
I see the road does not continue but curves into a parking lot beside the cafe. Stretching out in front of me there is a long pier with a couple of boat docks attached to it. It reminds me of a place I spent many years of my childhood fishing.
I walk back to my starting point to see where the road north takes me. The tunnel calls to me. Mysterious and yet inviting in a way. But the voice inside says save it for last. so I continue north. Looking up at the electrical wires running along the posts I almost missed the first building on my left. Through the window i could see what appeared to be a photo booth. Taking a break from exploring for a few minutes I decide to play with the photo booth.
The next building has scaffolding in it so I stay out of there. Next is a well equipped garage, grease spots and all. I just had my nails done so I only looked inside and waved.
After the garage is The Factory Gym. A nice basketball court inside there. A warehouse is next with cargo ships loading and unloading.
We have reached the end of the north road. There is one building left to peek into. Ah a club house. Dances, a makeshift stage, cute idea there, and a microphone. I look around and then pretend to sing on stage.
Enough horse play. Time to go into the tunnel. The tunnel runs under train tracks and there is a train station next to the tracks as well. Not the kind of train station that you take to see Aunt Sally but the kind that ships cargo, boxcars, the type a Hobo would take to cross the country.
Past the trains and tracks you will see nature. The trees telling what season it is and a pond with a busy beaver trying to move a large log.
Further east there are signs of humanity around with electric poles holding up wires along an adjoining north/south road. Straight ahead is an easement for more poles with electrical wiring. Looking past the electrical poles I can see windmills. A welcome sight for this writer. On one side of the road you can see houses and cabins surrounded by trees. In their own little woods.. Continuing north along the tree lined road I run into a dead end and a junk yard. Looking around I shrug and go in. Hey, ones man's trash is another's treasure. The way Maximus Lear kept the balance of nature with man made buildings and workings is, in my opinion, a lesson in this industrial age.