CDT Appalachian Mountains, Alabama Maybe I should’ve bought that banjo after all . . . As Tucker headed east into the mountains, the signs of traditional civilization began to fade. Once off Highway 35 and onto the back roads, the way quickly grew more potholed, the homes more scattered, diminishing into simple cabins. He filled up at a gas station with a rusted pump that looked like it dated from the fifties. As he passed along, children stopped playing in yards and stared at him, the girls in faded dresses, the boys in baggy shorts. Tucker waved to one man on a porch, who simply narrowed his eyes. Tucker felt as though he had slipped backward into the depression era. “Kane, I say we cross this place off for our next canoe trip.” The shepherd wagged his tail. Unsurprisingly, Kane remained fixated on the rural scenery, occasionally whining as he saw kids running and laughing, plainly disappointed he was missing out on all the fun.
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