Tuesday, June 9, 2015

Invading exotic lands

One last run to the waste transfer station, then everyone posed for a farewell photo. We climbed into the Subaru, and Tess took the wheel for the last run over the mountain on Pilot Road.

We debated briefly between a GPS path following Interstate 81 (slightly faster) and one following US 460 (slightly shortter), and quickly agreed to the latter option -- which immediately directed us onto I-81, because why not? So Tess had one more happy dance with the 18-wheelers.

Signs of invasive species in West Virginia and in Kentucky -- torrents of kudzu pouring in great waterfalls over rocks exposed and shattered from their millenia-old layers, once again cloaking visions of deep time from invading eyes.

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