Deep Dark

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The smooth hum of pavement is quickly replaced by the crunch and pop of gravel. We hit the dirt road after dark, always. We cant see and we never know where were going. But thats kind of the point. If it was easy, we wouldn’t be out here alone. Far from street lights, porch lights, and even passing headlights- Ginger’s original beams leave something to be desired. Out in the deep dark Jeremy jokes- “Holding a piece of burning toilet paper at arms distance would yield more light.”⠀⠀

We spend the next who knows how long winding down unmarked single lane, past tiny farm houses who’s barking heelers nip at the tires for quarter mile stretches. We cruise down draws and up hillsides. At every cross road, we attempt to pinpoint our location on the Delorme map by flashlight, kind of. There’s really no way of knowing for sure. No cell service, no signs. Just the dogs, the van, and us. ⠀

Once convinced we’re absolutely alone and on public land, we pull over, pop the top, and step outside. Just a couple specks in a deep dark night.