Ah, there's Cousin L up ahead! You can't miss him in his loud overalls. The entire road was like a huge rut gouged in the hillside by some giant's wheel. Cousin L, coaxing the hay cart forward, periodically had to stop it with a loud shout to put a piece of wood under the wheel when there was a rough spot. The cart did leave signs of its passage—a few tufts of hay were caught on the steep sides.