We spent the weekend at the cabin again.  Mostly peaceful.  Sometime Sunday afternoon we walked along Kernahan Road to the bridge to see what the river was doing.  About the time I reached the bridge, three motorcycle riders came over the rise.  The lead rider pulled a big wheelie just as he drew even with me.  I thought how stupid that was.  I was in no danger but he was taking a chance that he could control the bike when he was up on one wheel.  Yeah, I know.  We see it all the time on tv.
 
As we were driving home later that evening, we saw flashing lights ahead.  I slowed because there were people by the side of the road, some walking on the verge.  As we drew closer I could see that there were three State Patrol cars and three motorcycles.  Two guys were sitting on a guard rail.  I was busy driving but Anna spotted something covered with a blanket.  Undoubtedly it was the third rider.  And they only cover somebody completely when they're dead.  It was quite sobering.  I don't think it was the same three riders that I had seen earlier.  But if the wheelie rider happened by, it might have given him something to think about.