All Friday morning I had a yearning to ride my motorcycle along the Loess Hills and eventually end up in Iowa at an apple orchard I discovered last year.

Well, I was 20 miles from my destination, when I took a few side roads and ended up in a small town. Driving down main street, I came across the school and saw two football players walking down a paved road to the football field. Asking a band member what was going on tonight, he said there was an 8-man football game starting at 7:00.

So, I stuck around and shot the game with 17-40mm and a 50mm lens, two lenses seldom used at football games. The thing that kept me there was the lights suspended by telephone poles which had easy access to climb. (I ventured half way up the silly things twice)

I’m lucky to have gotten home in one piece. Riding a motorcycle in the pitch black of night with one headlight burnt out, and no map, is a recipe for disaster. And I really should have asked the yearbook lady who recruited me to take a group photo for her because, according to her, I, “look like I know what’s going on,” to put me up for the night in exchange for the photo.