Dreams of mermaids danced through my head as bare Redbuds hugged the highway. I had escaped the inner woods of the state and was looking forward to getting back to the coast. I had heard rumors of underwater shows with dancing swimmers that had entertained the locals for decades and I was headed to to see if there was any truth to this outrageous sounding story. Unfortunately, I ran into the (now well learned) obstacle of Covid related shutdowns and a wrench had been thrown in my plans. Left up to my own devices, I needed to find a way to not waste the afternoon.
Oftentimes, I find that aimlessly driving seems to be the best remedy for an absence of a plan. I passed a random road and was immediately struck by a feeling so inviting, that I couldn’t help but feel compelled to follow it into the unknown.