Sunday, January 25, 2009
Yesterday Terry and I drove down to Yeehaw Junction (that is the real town name, honest) and we spent the day listening to Bluegrass bands. The music went on all day until 9:30 at night. Once the sun set, the temperatures plummeted and you could see your breath. The drive south on a small country road was enlightening. There were miles and miles of nothing but flat grazing land for cattle and horses.