A road less taken?
2004-09-22

It's only a small road, one of those that obviously goes between two places of more importance with very little in between. Just two lanes with a double yellow line and in most places a bit of shoulder to walk on. Sometimes all you hear is the traffic wizzing by. Other times it is just the slap, slap, slap of my shoes hitting the road.

Except for the occasional traffic the world seems to have passed this strip of road by. The farm houses (and they are all farmhouses) seem to be from a different era, a little droopy, a bit overgrown. Even the small bridge that crosses the stream is concrete and old style. Itr seems like the bridge itself, ageless.

It's only when you approach the highway at the "big" intersection do you feel like the pace of life quickens. The highway is almost an intrusion on this space. The people on it above me don't notice the land below. I guess that's the way it should be.

People drive too fast here and the mounting roadkill attests to that. Today there were two dead skunks, a possum, a few birds and several squirrels. Damn those squirrels, can't they ever make up thier minds? One almost joined the list today, spared by a fortunate and well timed swerve. Perhaps he'll wise up or if not, I'll soon be adding him to the list.

It's exactly a mile to the stop line up obviously a mile back down to the plant. You have to touch your foot on the big white line at the highway intersection or it doesn't count. I'm not sure who made up the rule, but it works for me.

Today there wasn't a cloud in the diaryland background blue sky. And life goes on.

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