Who: Highways and US Military What: First meeting, road conversion When: 1825 Where: Arkansas Warnings: Nada
Muddy dirt roads with deep wagon ruts – America's roadways left something to be desired. A barely strung together system of pathways that made travel ever difficult, time consuming and dangerous. It was the people’s hearty spirit the desire for expansion that kept them on the road and gave way to the creation of deity that would in time become bigger then even he could dare dream.
Highways was little more then a lanky, barefoot and perpetually dirty teenager. The dust of the road clung to him like a second skin. Travelers who met the boy never remembered his name nor his face. They would remember his presence, the warnings he sometimes offered and the rare occasion when the road weary found themselves at their destination days earlier then they had expected. He was young yet and despite recent growth spurts hadn’t seen all that much of the world around him.
With wide eyes that he watched the military convoy snake along the trail. So many people! So much work! They were doing something, doing something to him and he didn’t know if that was a good thing. Naturally curious and maybe stupidly fearless the new god moved along the troops asking questions while not really waiting to hear answer.
There was one soldier in particular that had caught his attention.
“Golly gee, mister.” He said looking up. “You sure are tall.”