I put a pipe cleaner in my hair to get that wind blowing effect. On our way out of Tin Cup, we passed a little wooden sign that pointed to the Tin Cup Cemetery. After a thousand potholes, we finally made it. There were many different little hills or knolls. And these tiny little creeks were running all around the hills (or knolls). I wonder what all that moisture did to the decomposing bodies...
That was sacriligious, wasn't it?