Prairies are a part of Indiana’s natural heritage, I’ve been told, according to this rest stop sign anyway.
The girls were inside and I was walking the whippets. I noticed from afar, across the manicured expanse of Kentucky bluegrass, what appeared to be an informational board for the casual passerby. Naturally curious (and myself being a casual passerby), I trekked through the grass to read this beacon of knowledge.
Perhaps the sign itself was a victim of fire? Or maybe it’s yet one more icon of yesterday, fallen into disrepair. Judging from the number of toll roads I had to pay to get through Chicago, it’s apparent that the national Interstate budget isn’t sufficient anymore. Sad, although it was kind of amusing to see that this sign still remained, all the way out in what is obviously not native prairie.
The field was also littered with structural foundations, but I couldn’t figure out for what. Another mystery lost to time.
–Simon