(That’s the area between I-70 and the Nebraska border.)
The area was not posted, so I started walking… got a few shots of the house with the really unique wall and doorway. Then I saw an old wrecked Chevy under a tree… I was making my way to it when I heard a bark… a deep bark.
A head was bobbing up over a fence to look at me… the last thing I saw was a dog with a head the size of a bear squeezing under the fence. I could hear it getting closer all the way to the car, but I did not stop to look. My legs and lungs have not had to move that quickly for a while.