A Road Not Taken
I am drawn to paths and lanes, and absolutely can’t resist going down a dirt road in Michigan. When our family was young and we camped in the Upper Peninsula, way up north of Houghton and Hancock, we would drive our station wagon down fire lanes in search of ghost towns.
I treasure these memories that can still elicit a quickened heart beat and the anxiety of wondering if the car could make it – and of course the excitement of finding them. We have aged a lot since then and our activities have changed with our bodies. We don’t want to jar our stiffening muscles and arthritic joints to the point where the price is too high. There are some roads that we choose not to go down, with no regrets because we had fun in the past.
We are finding new adventures that are consistent with what our bodies can do. Next week we leave Michigan for our Florida home, but on the way we are going to drive the Blue Ridge Mountain Parkway through Virginia and North Carolina. As I read the guide books I bought I am a little sad that my body won’t allow me to do most the trails to water falls, but I notice that there are many that are close to the road. I am really excited about what we are able to do – and choose not to think about what I can’t do. We are slowing down but that gives us time to focus on where we are and the wonder around us. And of course I am focusing my camera where-ever I am.
How sweet it is to be older, to have the privilege to take as long as we want along the road we do choose.
Cee would enjoy seeing your interpretation of ways that we travel. You can get lots of ideas by checking out her post on “Which Way“.
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