My turn to drive, Dave and Fenway resting and reading in the back. Not much excitement out the window, this part of northeastern Arizona is pretty flattish and bleak. But it's a good two lane road and I find Red Neck Wednesday's on the country station so I am good to go.
I like to just drive and listen to music and "ponder" whatever pops into my head. I've always enjoyed "interior time".....just me and my brain. So for instance, the yellow sign that warns me to watch for free range cattle for the next five miles. Just how does that work? I can see that cattle would have to roam for acres and acres just to find enough grass or whatever for lunch....but what about when the owner needs to round them up? To count the new calves? Castrate the young bulls? Send them to market? It's a lot of territory to cover trying to find them all. They probably use ATVs now.....and I never have seen a free range cow anywhere near a road.
People of a certain age would be amused that we are driving parallel to the old Route 66 and might remember the TV show as I do....or get a whiff of a memory when they see the sign for "Peggy Sue's Diner."
Then there is another yellow warning sign reminding me to watch for animals for the next twenty miles! That seems pretty broad but I do....my eyes sweeping left and right as I hum along with Keith Urban. Wonder just what kind of animals would be out in this desolation....oh, a coyote carcass just before the twenty mile mark. Sometimes I think those yellow signs are a sort of magic that actually keep the animals away. We've driven for miles and miles watching and hoping for moose sightings in some parts of the country.....hah!
And suddenly there is a really interesting sign....dinosaur tracks just ahead! I don't stop for that tourist attraction but it does make my imagination whirl. Consider being at the wheel and seeing a velociraptor come over the rise!
Passing the miles....my turn at the wheel.
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