A woman walked towards me on the trail. As I got closer, she said "There's gas leaking up ahead."
I had no response to that except, "What?"
"There's a gas leak," she said. "Maybe you should be careful."
I slowed down, took that in, and said, "Okay."
Now behind me, the woman said "I don't know who to call..."
That's the trouble with the Sligo Creek Trail, isn't it? You just don't know who to call about such things.
The gas leak was at the playground before Riggs Road, where I'd been buffetted by the wind before. Natural gas, coming from what looked like a hole in the ground covered with two sheets of plywood.
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