Ran out the Ashland City highway this evening and turned off on the old Sam's Creek road, which is one lane of patch on top of patch and about the only piece of asphalt around here nobody has resurfaced since I moved. Pulled over where the guardrail quits and watched a fella across the fence baling the second cutting in the dark with his tractor lights on, which tells you what he makes of the forecast. Heritage ticking beside me and my hands cold enough that I noticed it. Came home the long way and never met a car until the four lane.