We turned a routine photo-stop into an impromptu car game: the drivers had to putter down the course, blindfolded, to where they thought the finish line was; closest from front tire to the line was declared champion. The field was wide open and we had it to ourselves plus every driver had a spotter — low risk, high fun!
The natural tendency is to stop 'way too soon. I knew this and compensated so much that I overshot the mark. Oops. Ron was the winner at only three paces off the target.
One unexpected perk of stopping here was the opportunity to ponder that age-old question, "Why did the muskrat cross the road?"
Fifteen photos attached in three posts, video snippets here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1rk3fEwchgE.
