So it was going to be one of those days. I had no clue it was going to be one of those days, though.
I didn’t buy one. But for some reason, I did take a picture. That was enough to tint my day, to send me off through the jack-o-lantern-shaped door in the forest. Because, 20 minutes or so later, I passed this:
|Taken fumblingly through a rainy window at Interstate speeds. Like I said,|
I didn't mean to have a spooky Sunday.'
Most of the trip was bland highway, so eventually I wondered if I was forcing things. I mean, sure some old candy and an old sign and some unseasonable weather didn’t give me license to Fall. Plus I’d just done a Halloween Day a few weeks ago. This thought particularly invaded me once I left the highway and found myself driving around a random cemetery merely because Elvira was rapping about monsters over my speakers when I passed it.
So I got back in my ten-year-old car, sheepishly swapped out the CD for some Kris Kristofferson collection and drove a little farther. And saw this:
I mean, the only thing that would’ve made this more perfect is if one of the many farm stands and garden centers I passed had left out their pumpkin signs. Didn’t happen, unfortunately, but I did see a few monsters.
Like this lake monster:
Most important, it was the perfect place to end a Halloween roadtrip. Someday I’ll tell you about the return leg, where I accidentally Christmas’d.