Driving Lost

Backroads curiosity directional instinct testing beautiful spring day dropping foster dog off at doggie daycare take the long way home follow criss crossing Rt. 10 in southwestern New Hampshire.


In my dad’s old blue truck under the radar 50 feels like flying hearing the suspension creak creatively over wooden blanks and the wooden planks clunk in reply, echoing in the chamber beautiful blue sky comfortable temp windows open one lane with stop signs although no one else on road.  little nods, terse waves from people.  Backroad etiquette – acknowledge but don’t go overboard.