I took video of the old railroad dam, which is Allen's one historical landmark. The dam is very small, as it dams not a river but a creek. It's got huge rectangular blocks and a steady flow of water over it, which cascades perhaps three feet downward once the dam is crossed. It was built in the 1880s but was covered over when the creek rose. Now it is unocovered again, and on display with a little historical marker and a sidewalk cul de sac overlook amid a small wooded nature trail. Honeysuckle bloomed yellow, while false dandelion showed up in a light purple.
Later, I took my dogs to Glendover Park for their walk. The park had an event for kids in progress. A dozen kids doing a sack race gave the whole thing an old-fashioned feel. A great white heron stodd aloof from the action on the other side of the pond. Three children came over from the bounce house to pet my dogs, which made my dogs very happy. We watched the kids and moms take on the dads in a tug-of-war, which proved a close contest.
Just before dark, I took my fishing gear to Glendover Pond, as I had never fished in the pond. Within a few minutes, I had hooked a nice keeper size little catfish. I threw him back, but in the process, I lost my hook, and could not find the other hooks I had with me. So I called it a night, and went home to a dinner of lamb chops and good conversation.