We got there before nightfall. An abandoned homestead from 1833 whistled as the wind whipped through its empty windows. My black markered finger tips plucked at the strings of my guitar and the 171 year old house sang. Two shadows of burros walked into view to listen. The sun fell from the sky and the […]
Tag: Carhenge
I Remember the First Time I….
experienced CARhenge. We were wild things living in a van. Everything was closed and no one was around for miles. And there it was… in the middle of corn fields and open sky. Carhenge. I have always dreamed of seeing Stonehenge, but it makes sense that this girl living out of a van, this scrappy […]
