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Lockdown Vacation–Our Trip Back Home
Driving back was like driving through a scene from “The Omega Man” played out in small towns across Ohio.
By Tim Clark
Our lockdown “vacation” over, we drove home. We decided to take the road less traveled. Two-lane highway through rolling farmland.
Things are starting to turn green, the flowers were starting to blossom, calves were frolicking in the field, chasing each other around, a game of bovine tag. You never really think about baby cows playing until you see it, and no matter how many times I’ve seen it I’m always surprised.
There is something beautiful about cultivation. Bands of various shades of green laid in orderly rows across the rolling hills. Of course, it isn’t just laid down, it takes a lot of work, and in some cases a partnership with animals.
We stopped to watch a man plow a field using a team of horses. He sat rock solid on a small seat, bouncing over the broken land. He looked stern, serious, taciturn, he might have been chiseled from one of the enormous glacial rocks scattered across the area. When he looked over and saw us watching he smiled and waved.
Driving back was like driving through a scene from The Omega Man played out in small towns across Ohio. Deserted…
