We got rolling before the sun was up. Eventually, we could see mist floating above the treetops in the valleys. When they opened up, we could see it laying across the hay fields.
Much later, we crossed the Big Bridge. I apologized to the toll-booth lady when I handed her a big bill. No, she said smiling, it’s fine—we all HATE ones.
After a quick burger, we turned west, and started killing bugs with the windshield. When we turned north, it was like it was an hour later, with the trees along the road blocking the orange sun that had been in our eyes.
16 September 2016 at 10:54 am
kayak woman says:
Big Mac commuter card 🙂