It was a very foggy morning as we road off, Tom for 100 miles, Steve 72, and Ashe 50. The fog cleared around noon and had its own sense of movement through the landscape as contrasted to riding on a clear day.
I was thinking when I read this sign that it was referring to the metal cattle guard behind me but I guess it really was a sign for cattle crossing as Bessy, here, was just a little ways up the road.