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04-10-2017, 06:29 PM
Oh boy, do I know about those cow crossings! I would not have liked to be the wife!
I spent a short time volunteering at a youth camp in New Zealand my senior year of high school, and there was a spot in the road about 100 feet long where the dairy cattle next door went from their pasture to the barn and back twice a day--that's twice a day in both directions, so four crossings altogether. It was a treacherous patch of road. Cars and vans would hit that stuff with an almighty SPLAT and start slewing sideways and fishtailing, trying desperately to find traction. We walked that way once or twice a week to get to the swimming hole and hiking trail on the other side. You generally came away with green slime up to your ankles. The stuff on the bottom never had a chance to dry because there was a fresh, wet layer deposited on top every morning and evening. It didn't stink as bad as the goat puke, but it was still bad.
I spent a short time volunteering at a youth camp in New Zealand my senior year of high school, and there was a spot in the road about 100 feet long where the dairy cattle next door went from their pasture to the barn and back twice a day--that's twice a day in both directions, so four crossings altogether. It was a treacherous patch of road. Cars and vans would hit that stuff with an almighty SPLAT and start slewing sideways and fishtailing, trying desperately to find traction. We walked that way once or twice a week to get to the swimming hole and hiking trail on the other side. You generally came away with green slime up to your ankles. The stuff on the bottom never had a chance to dry because there was a fresh, wet layer deposited on top every morning and evening. It didn't stink as bad as the goat puke, but it was still bad.