This time, it's a road trip. No TSA, no keeping other people's schedules, just footloose and fancy-free, as they say. It's a great way to leave whatever ails or irks you behind.
By the time I drove across a big bridge, I was smiling at river scenes and boat traffic below. By the second state-line crossing, I was grinning! Fall foliage in the Poconos is already a searingly beautiful flame color. Leaves actually sparkle in sunlight. Once I hit farmlands and the Great Plains, the harvest is almost all in. Colors of browns, beiges, and evergreen windbreaks surrounding farm buildings - along with brilliant glints of light off silver silos. (I could do without smelling the cows, however! A stockyard-full was particularly intense for several miles.)
Now it's the foot of the Rockies. There's some snow up there, particularly atop what Coloradans call "the Fourteens" - those 14,000 feet and up giants. Surprisingly, there's less fall color than back East! Mornings are crisp (to say the least) but the sun is brilliant and downright hot.
Before I left, friends were all in a panic. They love me dearly, worry about me. But I've lost count of the number of cross-country road trips I've taken. This is not even all the way across. No big deal to me.
But it made me wonder why so few woman drive solo cross-country, in foreign countries, or wherever it takes more than a day to get where you want to go. Probably fear, I guess. Perhaps time constraints. Definitely the sore butt after driving 500 or 600 miles!
Have you driven long-distance yourself? If not, why not?
Considering how wonderful road trips are, why not give it a go?
May your road rise to meet you - with freedom and pleasure!
Ann
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