I was crossing the railway tracks by the lumber yard. The lumber yard was filled with different kinds of wood. The wood formerly composed a nearby section of forest. The forest was formerly home to the lumberjack who cut it down. He now has a clearer view of a nearby mountain and trains sometimes. I kept walking and took a sip of alpine bitters. Saw a racoon with nowhere to go. Belched. Alpine bitter belches are gross. I like belching cola products. Brilliant. I'm brilliant.