Along The Road. December 1, 2012Posted by littlebangtheory in Love and Death, Politics and Society.
Tags: beware of rock, hilltown humor
It’s my nature to follow every back road I find, especially the little ones I’ve previously overlooked, or the unpaved extensions of places I more regularly go.
So it happened that I was up in Windsor today, scoping out light conditions at an old tree I like to photograph.
Well, the light sucked, so I noodled on past my destination to where I usually turn around at a “Road Closed” sign. But today there was a light glaze of snow, and it being deer hunting season in Massachusetts, there were plenty of tire tracks continuing southward.
So I threw it down into four wheel drive and continued past hills and valleys and beaver ponds, eventually coming out at a paved/plowed road (this is usually how it goes around here, unless there’s a sign explicitly stating, “Dead End.”)
And the first house on that end, the last one before their road became “closed,” was a doozie - a modest ranch surrounded by the artifacts of an atypical life-style: transformers and big banks of insulators piled against stone walls (!?!) and an array of at least a dozen antennae, 30′ – 50′ tall, surrounding the house fire pond.
These would be interesting people to talk to, so long as you had a way to leave the motor running and the driver’s door open.
Their driveway was flanked by more indicators of who lived here, which made me chuckle:
Dig the bloody body parts.
If that doesn’t keep those damned kids away, it’s too bad for them. Don’t say they weren’t warned.