|So new, the bugs haven't found them yet.|
|So bright, yet I smelled them before I saw them, down there in the ooze.|
And the trouble with highways: speeding along at 90 - 100 km/hr, something flashes by in your peripheral vision; a glittery lakelet, a browsing deer, the first salmon berry flowers. Or this afternoon, a whole field of shiny skunk cabbages. And you're going too fast. And there's no room on the shoulder to pull over. And there's a logging truck barrelling along behind you.
So, are you going to find a spot to turn around, retrace your steps (at 90 km/hr because of traffic), find a new spot to stop and turn, park and walk down the shoulder to the key spot? Or are you just going to go on home, berating yourself for not taking plan A?
Today, I went on home. Now I wish I hadn't.