Road Kill Tiger Tails
The speed of mule is the perfect pace to see what winds up on America the Beautiful’s highway shoulders. It’s ugly: thousands of Bud Light cans, Gatorade bottles, KFC boxes and MacDonald’s cups. Occasionally a love letter and a pink purse.
It’s loud, too. When you’re behind the wheel, you don’t hear what’s under the hood. You’re hushed travel capsule makes a hell of a racket as it’s barreling down the highway at 65 miles per hour.
There are bright spots, though, like the butterflies. Smashed mid-flight against bumpers, windshields and grills, their bodies drift down in front of the mules as we plod across the land. On a recent stretch of Kentucky Highway 25, I came across 10 fallen butterflies in less than half an hour.
After a long day of riding up the highway, I took all my dead butterfly photos and put them together. Laid museum-style on a black background, they made a bittersweet arrangement.
I’m happy to see the pics you share, but if it weren’t for your adventurous spirit I would not be able to enjoy parts of the USA I have never seen in person. I am sure glad God has created a person like you (whom has shared your travels with people like me and many others). Safe journey on your traveling West.
So good to hear you’re enjoying the photos and stories on RiverEarth.com. Rambling the land with mules really gives one a unique perspective of the USA. It’s not the easiest way to travel but hearing you enjoy the results sure makes it worth it. Have a great day. Bernie / RiverEarth.com