Life…Death…Iron

I hopped in my Dodge on a bitter cold morning in early November. Being a night shift worker, I was battling another bout of insomnia, and I decided to hit the road for parts unknown instead of tossing and turning in bed until sunrise.  I rolled east down Interstate-76, and headed for the northeast corner of Colorado. Well before dawn the city lights of Denver vanished in the rear view mirror and I hummed down the highway alone.