From the bloggers at Wheeling It.
We’d thrown ourselves directly into the witch’s cauldron, and I wasn’t just talking about the boiling earth around us. A vast plain spread out before us, grass swaying golden in the mid-morning light. In the distance steam clouds rose in grand mushrooms, dancing and rising like ancient smoke signals from the ground.
A herd of bison wondered slowly over the image, munching, playing, fighting as bison do. It would all be rather picture perfect apart from one gut-wrenching thing. We were stuck in a 5-mile traffic jam of idling cars and we were not moving…at all! And this was off-season, in September!
I could hear the witches cackling with laughter in the background…
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