I would hate to redrive those miles
but knowing where they ended up made them worthy
trips to new places, usually at night to feel the cool and the quiet
thrum of power gliding us along staring ahead, thoughts drifting
then settling in to the numb meditation
necessary to drive five hundred miles at once.
Roads usually taking us to places we didn't know we wanted to go.
Ansel Adams Road-Nevada
No passing -- you must stay and appreciate the view.
"How many times must a man look up
before he can see the sky?" (Mr. Dylan)