The Impasse

The Impasse

Or…

I was here first.

The Impasse
The Impasse

This dike was newly repaired, and made wider. It’s still like a gator highway going between the two sides. Yet now I think it also has a rest stop in the middle. As you can see above.

We were heading to the far end, past the big head guy.

The Impasse
The Impasse

Out here these are not your ‘city gators’. They are certainly bigger, and also lack some of the social graces. Still when we approach we get the right of way, they slide back. Unspoken agreement.

The Impasse
The Impasse

Knowing the rules we kept on our walk. We do walk slow around the locals, besides on either side of the dike his family members were lying about.

Below was taken from the spot above, looking off to the right. In hind sight he had an audience.

The Impasse
The Impasse
The Impasse
The Impasse

At this point I was ‘talking’ to him about moving.  Ellen was actually taking photos of me during the discussion. Laughing a bit too.

He did not want to move. Given how he was facing, really turning around and moving off was not an option. His backend was even in a rut.

This meant his best option was straight ahead and over the side. Exactly where I would be in a few steps.

His mouth was not shut as before and he never stopped watching us.

I have no doubt he would not move away eventually. I also have been doing this awhile.

We never did get to the end of the dike.

The Impasse
The Impasse

 

It’s his house after all.

An impasse.

 

 

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