Tuesday, September 13, 2011
We fly on, down the hill to the intersection where we vere right with a quick "Gee". Off to the left a small road leads through a meadow where another mobile home's carcass stands exposed, the blackened ash from the fire still taints the air and colors the remains with a sooty brush. By it a rugged trail leads up the side of the mountain, crosses the ridgeline and heads in to one of the wonders of Scott County, the mini-railroad. All this we leave behind us as our path lies along the road west and not south. The trees close thickly overhead, and no light filters down. To the right looms the old barn, and Freya slows only a moment to see if I will ask her to turn around here. Happily she runs past and picks up speed again. Yukon is beginning to slack off on his tug, he has not been able to keep up his activity over the summer, having been neutered one month ago. Though the wound is long healed, he has not yet gotten back in to shape.