Okay, so it was a little out of the way. In fact, in exactly opposite of the way I should have been going. But seventeen miles (as the raven flies) is close out in this state.

And since the wind was barely blowing, I just couldn't resist.

For the last seven miles, mine were only the second set of vehicle tracks on the road since last fall.

As I stood in the middle of this remoteness, I couldn't resist sending a photo off to the wife.

Who was, at that moment, crowded in a car on the interstate headed to Capitol City.

'Course, she's gonna get Olive Garden, so maybe we're even.