It was hard to sleep last night. Between worrying about Zee and thinking about Mac’s ass, I hardly got any sleep at all. That didn’t keep me from going to work though. I still had to put those 12 hours in. I hoped it would go by fast. If everything worked out the way it was supposed to, our plan would be well underway by the time I got home – that’s if Zee didn’t get cold feet. On the way in I had just enough time to run the route again, but this time I was going to make sure and check the odometer on Berta. Timing is everything. Alright Berta… seatbelt, windows rolled down to catch some of this wonderful breeze, radio on full blast, odometer at 125,998… let’s do this.
It goes without saying that the daytime traffic on the way to the spot was a bit more intense than at dusk. I figure it’s nonexistent when the sun sets for the evening. That’s what we’re banking on. But I want to see if Waverly has any more traffic just in case we have to do a daytime drop off instead of at night. We don’t want that, but you know what they say about the best laid plans. Berta says it’s exactly eight miles from the apartment building to Waverly Road. Cool… not too far. We should be able to get here at night in 10 to 15 minutes easy; do what we gotta’ do and get back before anyone would even know we left. So far so good – no traffic just like the other night. I need to see just how far from the entrance the spot is. In the dark it’s going to be real hard to find because ain’t one light back here. All we’ll have are Berta’s headlights, so I need to see just how far in we have to go. Damn something stinks back here. I guess I didn’t notice it before - or maybe it’s fresh - but my goodness the air is foul. The buzzards are circling. That means something has died or is damn near dead. Whatever it was, once they got a hold of it, there won’t be anything left to wonder about. I swear Georgia’s buzzards are the most efficient clean-up crew I have ever seen.
Okay, exactly two miles and I think this is the place. It looked better in the daytime than it did at night. I mean you can’t see anything but greenery from the road. I see a few random bags of trash I didn’t see before. I guess we’re not the only ones who knew this was a good place to get rid of garbage. Folks won’t be none the wiser once we get rid of our trash. Maybe the buzzards will rid the world of what’s left of Percy Atkinson. Good riddance I say…
I see the farmer in the dell is out tending to his cattle. Something else I couldn’t see the other night. There is a deep ragged canal on the edge of the farmer’s property. It doesn’t look man- made, but it runs almost the length of his field. It looks like at first there was a drop-off in the landscape. I suspect it’s gotten deeper over time from rain water runoff and the cows using it as a watering hole. At one point it’s higher, and when the animal goes down into the canal you can’t see it from the street. Interesting! It’s definitely something to keep in mind. From here it’s just a few more miles to the back road; still no oncoming traffic so that’s good. Now let me get to work before I’m late.