081413 #copperhead Yes, I think about it. It seems plausible. How many days out are we? The town he's talking about is probably below that bridge. I sit up. Yes, that bridge. Its underside is dark as bats right now. So glad we'll not be passing under it tonight. Something about concrete at night that's colder than it should be. Some astronomical compact between the death of souls and the aggregation of all that slag and sand: even the most civil concrete sings an alien song at night. I'll take my gravel bar, thank you.