"Because The Greatest Part Of A Road Trip Isn't Arriving At Your Destination. Its All The Wild Stuff That Happens Along The Way." - Emma Chase
Any drive can turn into a road trip and any road trip can turn into an adventure. For the tax season I would travel over 80 miles, one-way, to a small tax office during the peak of winter season. Every single day brought about new experiences, near misses, sights and open roads. If I didn't love the road so much I would have hated the whole time I worked there.
It starts out small, the changes, along the way. Like life the changes are subtle and then all of a sudden your wide awake to see how much has changed in a short period of time. The first change is the length of day. By the time tax season begins we have also begun to lengthen our days by mere minutes every single day. I wake up early to all darkness and by the time I leave from work it is, once again, dark. Thankful for the windows so I can see some sun on the days that don't include overcast skies.
Same spots, different days, show the sun coming up a little sooner than it did the day before. Same spots, different days, show that when the sun is peaking up over the horizon it casts its rays on blanketed, pure, white, snow that cover the farming fields as far as the eye can see. It takes my breathe away to see such beauty so early in the morning. On the way home, the sun stays up a little bit longer bringing in more light to show me the way home. Now the rays shine long and bright over the blue sky and the different shades of yellow and red show how cold it really is outside the car.
Then comes the falling of the snow, an inch or two can be handled but not several inches. Trying to drive, in the winter, during the dark hours can be interesting enough but now add several inches to unplowed roads and a nightmare with a large potential for spinouts, and accidents makes me wish I had called in sick and not even dealt with this weather. I curse mother nature but thank the Universe above when I finally get to work safe.
As the season comes to an end, the time change has occurred the days are longer, snow is less and traffic begins to increase. It's April and schools are starting to come to an end and everyone is preparing for the summer. Traffic which was usually a steady speed now races past me and then comes to a slamming halt a few feet in front of me. More than once I have to swerve or slam on the breaks, and put on my hazards to warn others behind me we're stopped. Blinkers to alert others that I'm merging are answered with speed ups or keeping pace because some are too selfish to let others in.
This lovely dance that is so often played when coming into the city will not be missed and still is not missed months later. I now have a commute that is over half the distance shorter and it feels amazing. However, this route takes me on the back roads which can lead to cars going anywhere from 5 to 10 miles below the speed limit, farm equipment, road equipment, and construction workers.
A roll of the eyes when I get behind any one of these is quickly forgotten when a bald eagle soars overhead and then later that same day is seen again, hanging out in a dying tree overlooking the land around him. I never grow tired of seeing them and this one is seen often along this route.
Homes are far and few along this route but it is an easy, feeling to drive along this road. Very little traffic is ever found and it is quiet as I drive along the rolling hills and curving road to my place of employment.
Driving across country can bring about some interesting situations. Broken down on a day by day basis enjoy my adventures and set backs along the way to some beautiful destinations.