Also discovered that that heavy rain had oddly turned the gravel roads perfectly smooth -- maybe it's the combination of rain with the huge-tired giant tractors and combines? not sure what or how, but the washboards were gone and the gravel itself has been buried beneath hard-packed, damp "dust" -- so that I could cruise deep through the wheat stubble, feeling utterly isolated beneath enormous skies.
Found a new isolated cemetery among the fields, as well, and looking it up online discovered a Wikipedia list of dozens more, so that'll give me something to look forward to in the spring. Looking at the dates on the headstones I'm once again reminded what a hard life it was out here 100 years ago, and how intimately everyone was with loss.
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