Give Me Mail

It’s not often you encounter a mailbox that appears hungry for something to be shoved inside. I’ve passed this creation a few times lately while transporting the woman who lives at the end of an old covered wagon trail in Tetonia.

She asked me to let her off briefly so she could check her mailbox and I slid out of my seat to take this shot while she did. Then she told me whose mailbox it was. It’s a guy I know well, who owns Driggs Tire. It all makes cosmic sense now…

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