The Stream That Brucey Likes to Jump In....

And we can never attend again.
Here are a few pictures from our walk Thursday night:

(Ryan likes to call those teeth "The White Mountains")

Ryan finally relented to my begging (he would call it incessant nagging), and walked with us down to Western Run, where Brucey and I have been making regular stops so have can go charging in to eat the waterfall.

Ryan had agreed to ride his bicycle down while we walked, asked me to unlock the combination lock, and I stared at him blankly. Because I had NO IDEA what the combination was. Or is. And Neither Does He. We tried a variety of combinations and nothing worked. I have no idea what to do with our bicycles that are chained to our patio railing. How do I get them unlocked? Any Ideas?

So with much grumbling about how this would be "much more pleasant on his bicycle", Ryan, Bruce, and I headed to the little break in the trees to get to the stream. When we arrived, Ryan's first words were, "This is disgusting. Are people dumping their garbage down here?" And then I saw it for the first time with my actual eyes, not with my "oh look how cute, my dog will jump in the bubbling spring" eyes. I saw the garbage that had accumulated along the banks and the years of scum-laden water that smells like raw sewage. This is Baltimore City after all.

So Bruce finished his splashing about, and Ryan took off up the bank, and I saw the thing that will ensure I not go back to that location for a long while. At least not until there is a big enough rainstorm to thoroughly cleanse the stream banks.

I think it was Human. Shit. I am not entirely sure, because I did not investigate closely, I just got the hell out of there, but It was definitely poop-sized and shaped, and did not look like any dog poop I have ever seen. And there were two white napkins next to It. With some schmears. I'll say no more.