The letter for today is “D.” And at first, I didn’t have anything decidedly interesting to write about..
Ding, an idea dropped into my mind! I had just gone on a drive! On a delightful day! I would drone on about my daytime drive!
“Desist!” you say. Drats.
For several years I have gazed at two scenes near a highway we travel quite frequently when visiting my youngest daughter’s family. When my hubby drives, the goal becomes getting from point A to point B, and roadside attractions are seen as things to pass.
Alone this particular morning, I drove along the highway, stopping as I wished, backing up when I needed to, and taking side roads I’d never traveled.
I had two attractions in mind to stop at, but the morning grew richer with each mile. I noted the antelope grazing, a common site, on my way out to the first scene, several miles from town. Hawks flew and prairie larks darted about.
I stopped at the approach leading into the object I wanted to photograph. Barbed wire, strung tight above tight woven wire guarded the site. A slouching gate was followed by two more barbed wire fences so wouldn’t gain me an easy entrance either. Dear me.
On my way to my next scene, I spotted a herd of many-colored and types of goats, near a black llama and a white llama! These I had not seen before along this highway. I stopped.
At first the goats ran. As I got out of the car, they stopped to look at me. I snapped several shots then got back in the car to see the white llama lift her head, and with some kind of unspoken signal, the lead goat, evidenced by a red collar and bell around it’s neck, signaled the rest of the band, and they all lined up behind the collared goat as he headed for the llama who turned and lead the procession away from danger. I snapped some quick shots through the car window.
I proceeded to my planned photo shoot—an old abandoned ranch site with a house made out of perhaps large homemade blocks, chinked with plaster. Old abandoned places fascinate me. Who lived there? How many lived and loved in that small dwelling? My mind immediately conjures up a story. I managed to crawl through the barbed wire there, it sagged more. But had to watch my step. Many cows use the old building for shelter from sun and flies in summer.
Now I was about 16 miles from town. On my way back, my mind caught a sign about some red wall to the north. I turned in.
About six miles farther on a rough but paved road, I had not seen any red wall. I did see a bentonite plant near a railroad in the middle of seemingly nowhere, and lots of birds, sage, a huge silver wheel cover off to the side, and prairie. Our area is known for lots of bentonite in the soil. I turned around.
There was my next delightful surprise—wolf or coyote, I’m not sure. All I know is he/she was large, about the size of a large German Shepherd, and all gray, with a healthy coat of fur. The creature wanted to keep checking the ditch (commonly called a barrow here) which was full of sagebrush and rabbit brush, but with me backing up and driving forward a couple times trying to get its picture, the beleaguered animal went through the fence and took off across the sage. I snapped pictures through the car window, but got only sage and pasture.
My drive ended sitting in a Subway restaurant enjoying the Sweet Onion Chicken Teriyaki sandwich while I typed this, and smiling about my delightful drive.