The road to my Nana’s beloved friend Lorraine’s was a bumpy and beaten old gravel road with nothing but a few trees and farm fields with the occasional critter moving. When on road trips like this I was always the first to spot wildlife running about and identifying the creature with ease. Eventually, after the miles of gut wrenching twists and turns, we began the journey through the enormous Russian olive grove. I enjoyed this part the most, the darkness was unreal, I never took my eyes off the mysterious figures my imagination created.
The road to my Nana’s beloved friend Lorraine’s was a bumpy and beaten old gravel road with nothing but a few trees and farm fields with the occasional critter moving. When on road trips like this I was always the first to spot wildlife running about and identifying the creature with ease. Eventually, after the miles of gut wrenching twists and turns, we began the journey through the enormous Russian olive grove. I enjoyed this part the most, the darkness was unreal, I never took my eyes off the mysterious figures my imagination created.