“‘They’re forever thinking they can control this place,’ she said, pointing to the hillside of poplars and locusts. ‘Dam that river. Chop these mountains up into usable pieces.’”
I left Render early and hitched all morning. Five rides. Proselytizers and moralizers every one, each with a warning about the evils of hitchhiking, the evils of teenage girls out in the world alone, the evils of cigarette smoking and lipstick wearing. Each of them with a great big warning against going up to the work camp at the new Cornstalk Dam.