So, as foreshadowed by this post our account of our weekend in the south begins with two more car-related incidents. Incident One: Had to pull off in some grass because a truck approached on the not-one-way [...]
The scene: The four of us are driving along, enjoying the scenery as we traveled south and discussing whether the extensive stacked-stone fences we saw might have been built with rubble from old buildings. And then our car got literally showered with golf ball-sized rocks. And we yelled.