Haystackology

McClelland-Stafford Ferry Journey A Poem By: Troy McGillivray Driving fast down the Lloyd road, hold onto your hats, here we go. Everyone watching for critters as we rode, a boy in the back getting ready to shoot and reload. Safely hugging the right side of the road, avoiding travelers with a truckload. We waved to the farmer as we drove, harvest season was a go go go. Our pace was eventually slowed, a cattle guard was just ahead in the road. Read the open range sign a reflective glow, watch out for livestock on the go. The last part of the journey cannot be forgoed, the road is going to be steep and narrow. The bighorn sheep began their show, we were content to watch and take a photo. Time to shift gears into low, now is the moment to take it slow. The shadowed winding road was full of gumbo, the mud started flying as we rode. We looked out our windows, welcome to the dirt clump rodeo. The slope of the road leveled to zero, the Missouri River trib...