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Tuesday
Nov222005

Backtracking. To The First Week Of November.

Along my drive to work in the mornings/evenings I pass the gravel pit that's been there ever since I can remember. They used to tell stories about kids that climbed the fence and disappeared forever in the shifting piles of dirt and gravel.

For years, almost nothing came out or went into the pit but since I've been back, production has stepped up a 1,000 fold.

Mostly, I think, due to the fact that a house here costs $370,000 (at the low end) and the gravel pit land is prime - right along the ocean. I think they're sucking out all the gravel they can and then selling the land to developers - there's one area that's already in the midst of being levelled out in preparation for building.

Anyways, there's a 'new' road that cuts through these areas heading inland and it connects to a feeder highway to the main #1 highway into town. During the first two weeks of November, pumpkins started to appear along one 1/4 mile stretch of the road.

Just the bit along the undeveloped spots and no other. Every day, a few more. And because this is the most temperate climate in Canada - they've been quite well preserved (and, even more strange, left unkicked by the local kids) up until about the 19th....

It's sort of cool to drive along as they gaze in little groups across the road at each other.

And sort of creepy.

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it's like Village of the Damned...Pumpkins.
November 22, 2005 | Unregistered Commenterjames
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