MOON ROAD Starting out along the beat-up asphalt of Dutch Church Road, shelving stream alongside, we argued over the turn on Walker Lane. The difficult way, potholes, sliding gravel, that's what we were after. Little Wolf Drive, Red Hill, Wampler: names charming us away from ourselves. (Those ways we lived desperately with each other). Where the hillslope edges the silt flats of White River, we hit on Moon Road, the road that finally failed us, narrow clay giving itself down to the floodplain, tires slipping, your mouth tight, hands choking the wheel, so much trouble backing out.