Farid Alsabeh

Jul 6, 2019

11 min read

Smoky Mountains trip, June 2019

I glance at my watch and check the time. It’s been about 3 hours since we left Detroit, and the signs overhead are pointing to Cincinnati. Surrounding us are golden fields of windswept grass, stretched out on both sides of the long and flat highway. Occasionally a farmhouse or yellow-green tractor passes by.

“Corn county, USA” says Nora, inspecting the scenery from the passenger seat. Two more girls are…