I love driving on back roads. I don't think there are nearly enough of them around here, so I am always glad for a destination whose route winds through fields and empty spaces. Yesterday we needed to make a trip to the big city. As far as cities go, it's not really that big at all, but our little city was out of what we needed, so we loaded up and headed south. The path to the said 'big city' curves over rolling hills dotted with farms and fields and a few beautiful houses perched in such a way that their owners take in the fabulous views of my drive every time they look out their windows.
Yesterday, just before crossing over the Mason-Dixon Line on our scenic route, we got stuck in a bit of a back road traffic jam. Coming around a bend and up a little hill, I quickly applied the brakes to avoid running into three cars that had come to a complete stop behind a dump truck parked with it's bed still taking up half the road. A crew of men dressed in orange were working hard to put down another layer of asphalt right where I wanted to drive. Since traffic usually trickles by the places they were working, they didn't seem to have much of a system in order to aid in its now slightly backlogged flow. We all just sat there waiting, looking for some hint of a sign or flag or at least a person who was aware of the parking lot being created on the road. I really wasn't in a hurry and already had the windows rolled down (you have to ride on country roads in the summer with the windows down), so I took the opportunity to snap a few pictures out the passenger's side.
Yesterday, just before crossing over the Mason-Dixon Line on our scenic route, we got stuck in a bit of a back road traffic jam. Coming around a bend and up a little hill, I quickly applied the brakes to avoid running into three cars that had come to a complete stop behind a dump truck parked with it's bed still taking up half the road. A crew of men dressed in orange were working hard to put down another layer of asphalt right where I wanted to drive. Since traffic usually trickles by the places they were working, they didn't seem to have much of a system in order to aid in its now slightly backlogged flow. We all just sat there waiting, looking for some hint of a sign or flag or at least a person who was aware of the parking lot being created on the road. I really wasn't in a hurry and already had the windows rolled down (you have to ride on country roads in the summer with the windows down), so I took the opportunity to snap a few pictures out the passenger's side.
This was my favorite- Tuesday, June 5.
A lone worker in orange finally noticed the line of cars and began motioning for us to weave our way through the gauntlet of construction vehicles scattered across the road. Once we were safe on the other side, we continued our ride through hill and vale, eventually emerging onto the three lane divided highway that led to our planned destination. And since we had gotten stuck in all that traffic on the way, we were really hungry; so, we had to stop at Chick-Fil-A. Good thing we did because they were giving away little cups of their banana pie milkshake. Things really do work out in the end.
wow, is that picture real life? beautiful!
ReplyDeleteIt's real life, just turned up the saturation a notch. Thanks!
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