IN THE SUNFLOWER TRENCHES

A couple of years ago my mom and I drove around in the nearby farmland and found a great old cemetery. Ever since then I've been trying to find it and I just almost found the place tonight. I recognized a bridge I had photographed that same day two years ago and I got all excited about it. But the sun was setting too quickly and I was on a windy, one-way road twisting through deeply forested farmland and didn't have enough gas to continue on and stay relateively calm at the same time.

I also drove on some partially-constructed, compacted gravel road out in the middle of nowhere. That was a lot of fun. I was really tempted to push the car to the limit (120 TO THE LIMIT!) but didn't really want to lose control and die covered in tiny little rocks.

Somewhere along the way I saw something in the road and shouted, "Pink sock!" as I drove over it. Once we stopped the car somewhere and got out, Beth turned, pointing and laughing at the front bumper. There a pair of fushia cable-knit socks had lodged themselves, hanging out like a tiny, pathetic tongue.