That road led everywhere and nowhere. Funny, how the tick of the clock changes your perspective. Dust, wind and the heat of an Indian summer becomes less of an irritation and more of a treasure when another season comes and you’re there to enjoy it.
This road has seen three of the McCabes come and go.
A twister danced over it while time stood still. We all held our breath that day.
How many vet calls have resulted in that Jeep or his old pickup kicking up a trail of country road smoke left hanging in the humid fall air, until well out of sight?
And it was the hardest road traveled the day she went home to the empty place.
Trips down this gravel path will continue. I just pray they will get easier with time. On goes the ticking of the clock…