One of my favorite pastimes is driving on the open roads of America. There is something about the freedom of the highways that attracts me. I can be driving through a bleak desert or in the mountains or in the high plains and it is always the same. More joy points.
Some people hate long drives. They get uncomfortable. They want to get out and relax. But for me, driving on the open roads IS relaxing. The view is always changing. Wildlife may be in the distance. Unique buildings. Mountains and hills. The variety is astounding.
I love the excitement and anticipation of what might be seen over the next hill or around the next bend. Maybe there will be a spacious view of a lake
in the distance, or maybe just a narrow canyon to drive through with towering walls of basalt on both sides of the road. Either way, it is wonderful. And this is what I refer to as enjoying the ride.
I have driven on gravel roads for miles with the sounds of small rocks banging on the bottom of the car and dust flying out behind me. In the 1930s that is what most of the roads were probably like.
Following is a selection of some of my favorite “road scenes”. My joy rides if you will.