It was my intention head directly to Rochester, NY from Iowa, using the back roads and enjoying the scenary. During the first morning of the first day, I found this to be totally impractical. The little towns were spaced ten to twenty miles apart, the highway went through the worst parts of town, and the traffic signals were never, ever coordinated. After struggling through the towns all morning without any signs of improvement, I cut north to the Ohio Turnpike.
It was scary to be on the same highway with 18-wheelers zooming along a good 10-15 miles over the speed limit, which is why I didn't want to use the Turnpike in the first place.
I hunkered down in the slow lane and doggedly drove
the speed limit (at the time it was 55 mph)and tried to
ignore the hissing of the trucks as they blew on by. I was
appalled by the condition of the overpasses. Many of
them had crumbled and the rusty rebar was showing! It was
very tiring on the Turnpike, with the pressure of the
trucks and the lack of things to look at. I was actually
glad to see the toll plazas come up to wake me up.
It was heart-warming to be returning to my home place. I
had not been there since the 70's, and then only for a brief
visit. The names of the towns popped back into my memories
as I drew closer. The very people looked more familiar. More
of them resembled my pear-shaped self. Instead of joggers
all over the place, people sat quietly on their porches and
watched the world go by.
Soon the places I saw brought back memories of things I had done there. I was flooded with my past.
hOPEFULLY i WILL BE ABLE TO WORK ON THESE TRAVELS AGAIN SOON
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