Pumpkin pots & bone boxes

A twisty two-lane road meanders past dusty old farms, a dustier church with its bell frozen sideways by rust, and a forbidding quarry lake, as still as an August funeral, and the color of pea soup.

Unfamiliar landmarks zip by. A collapsed barn. A gas station with a Cadillac on the roof. A defunct drive-in filled with the corpses of old tractors and lawn mowers. A concrete dinosaur.

And a sign that reads, “See Bigfoot’s Glass Eye!”

Mrs. Spookyblue and I exchange smiles. Just what we’ve been looking for. And with any luck, we’ll get to play tic-tac-toe with a chicken.

Some pictures from a trip to Mammoth Cave, Kentucky last summer. I never got to play tic-tac-toe with a chicken, though.

One Response to “Pumpkin pots & bone boxes”

  1. Maybe next time . . .