Photos by Gary, Washington Co., MD
Seems like in music and culture there's a mystique about being southbound (think Allman Brothers, here).
Maybe it's images like the lure of warm weather, barbecue on a hot summer day, fireworks on the 4th of July, relaxed lifestyle, the Gulf, whatever, if you say "Northbound" it just doesn't work.
When I ran the other day I just HAD to take a shot of this glorified address rock at somebody's retreat.
But on the road just behind me as I took this picture was something that had also headed south, permanently. The odor of skunk combined with the odor of decaying roadkill, was, well, pretty pungent:
The connection to Ultrarunning? Once while running at night I stepped right on a dead skunk. After that I usually kept my flashlight on.