“Those dark spots all over the road aren’t rocks,” I say to the back seat as I check the rearview mirror and slow to a stop so they can see what I’m talking about.
Brenna screeches when she sees the spots are moving, swarming — giant Mormon crickets. It’s the same reaction I remember from her big sister Laura about fifteen years ago along Rocky Canyon Road.¹
“Keep going!” Brenna pleads. We have the doors off and she worries the crickets might jump in. (Scaring your kids is an important right of parenthood.)
¹ Trail Image, “Cricket Ridge Ride”: blog.trailimage.com/cricket-ridge-ride#video