The brownfields of "Mix Tapes and Stuff"

The last post I did briefly touched on what I think Mix would encounter in Chapter 12 of Mix Tapes and Stuff. (link:  http://www.amazon.com/Mix-Tapes-Stuff-JJ-Lair-ebook/dp/B00KFTKCKE/ )
Since I own the copyright, I'm going to post a few paragraphs where these pictures come in handy. The ebook is on sale on Amazon.com at the still low price of $3.99.

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Chapter 12

It looked like no one woke up early on a Saturday. He could bike on the yellow dividing lines of the street, something not possible later than nine in the morning. The turn at Morton Avenue where trees blocked cars from going off the road into overgrown grass and weeds marked the start of the journey. According to his earliest maps, huge deposits and drainage tunnels were under what became Morton Avenue. 

Mix saw a clearing through the trees. He eased down a slight incline to a cleared walkway. People hung out there all ready because cigarette butts and beer bottles lined the path. T.K. and M.V. had carved their initials into a tree to tell the world about their love. Orange and brown leaves crackled under his white Adidas sneakers. Sunlight reflected off discarded side view mirrors and other bits of broken metal. Mix didn’t see any room for a car to drive down the path so the mirrors made no sense. None of the junk made sense such as the overturned shopping cart. 

He kicked the undergrowth to expose more grass with no sidewalk. The trail of beer cans and cigarettes ended. His bike wouldn’t move when muck got in the links of the bike chain and the wheels didn’t have traction in mushy ground. His sneakers felt like concrete blocks glued to him because of the mud. A rattle noise startled him.

“Who’s there?”

A bird cooed, but didn’t fly overhead. Nothing ran. No breeze blew, but grass moved on his left. He didn’t expect or want an answer. Why would there be a rattle in Schuyler? He hoped it was just his imagination. The pathway stopped. The map didn’t have a scale showing how far he should go out to find ruins of quarries. 

To be continued.