Four wheels

    A few nights ago we we were awakened from our sleep by the roar of unmufflered four wheelers racing up and down the hollow.   On and on it went.  Finally they rode off out of ear shot.

    The next afternoon a "Poker run" of more than 75 four wheelers went up the road raising billows of dust and making a fair amount of noise.  They were raising money for a good cause or so they said.  Maybe they could have just donated their time and the gas money.

     But the following grey drizzly day another set of four wheelers went up the road.  No noise other that some chat and the clop clop of draft horse shoes.  This wagon train of locals was on one of their periodic treks over the dirt roads up on the ridge.  I opened the window and could actually carry on a conversation with the riders.  No blaring motors or dust.  One could hear the periodic snorting of the horses.  Some of the folks were on individual mounts.  

     We went from bad to good in just a couple of days.