Cone of Shame

In the summer the tall grass grows around and even up through the middle of the old cones placed along our narrow, single track road, warning of deep ditches, bad drop offs and huge holes that lurk just off the side of road. Each one placed after an incident or accident when someone really did have a bad day and fell off a drop off, damaged by a huge hole or stuck in a ditch.
Like markers of mishaps, bookmarks in a diary of disasters.