April 28, 2017
Saturating all she sees taking panoramic command of her day as an everlasting invisible north wind whips topsoil she’s already parched after a long, hard, wet, winter aft of five Coulee City charged scoot cars tucked in tight ‘hind a trio of ‘D’s across US Highway Two: from field to endless field; to and fro; fro and to; since before time. Timeless. Mythical. The train, departing Hartline, as if Odysseus escaping the angular, leaning, looking like Cyclops, grain elevator on stick-after-jointed-rail-stick laid nearly 11 miles tangent from MP 93 to MP 103 at Cement just before bending and descending the last five miles into end-of-the-line Coulee. Odyssey complete.