Taking Your Time.........seeing the Sights!

I grew up on Long Island, NY.  It was a beautiful place, urban, then suburban and rural the further east you went. My mother loved to take rides. We rode all of the time taking different roads, seeing different things. We drove east to Montauk Point and to Orient Point so many times, I lost count. We drove up 25A and every time, it was magical with the things my mother found for us to see and do. We drove to all of the beaches. Took the ferries to Connecticut and drove there too. The possibilities were endless. We vacationed in Western Pa. where her family was from. We always drove different ways to get there. We traveled Upstate, NY, NJ, Ontario, Canada, Mass, Vermont, you name it, always off the beaten path. We had a tent and we camped when we could.  I believe I gained my mother's love of driving the back roads.

I live in the country. It's beautiful and we live about 35 miles from a big town. I love to take the back roads. Roads with less traffic, lights and more things of beauty to see. I will seek out the back roads over the highways to savor the countryside, the things that have gone to the wayside since the Interstates hold most of the traffic with the endless construction, super speeding and tractor trailers. I perfer slowing down, taking my time and enjoying the scenery! Oh, and the fresh air is fantastic! I just have to add a little more time to my trips!

JojoWazoo JojoWazoo
46-50, F
5 Responses Mar 14, 2009

Well, here in Georgia, the lovely Conservative "Leave No Tree Behind" bunch want all the trees cleared around all the Interstates and big highways up to 1000 feet! So people can read the billboards better! WTF?

I second the lack of billboards. I really think it is one of the most depressing things about modern travel.

I dig it. Florida has its share of backroads. Being in the south means that backroads get rather creepy at times. The last time I went for a random cruise I drove for two hours south...<br />
<br />
I started on a road that is fairly common in this small area as it goes from the semi-rural to the main drag in a suburb of Tampa. Once you pass a certain point, though... it changes names and look altogether. It loses a word name and just becomes a number and the further you go the more it becomes a very foreign place. Phosphate mines every few miles, giant excavator cranes almost the size of buildings in downtown Tampa, buses of illegal immigrants earning under the table wages cruise by and even at 60 or 70 miles per hour of combined speed as you pass you can see how dirty and tired and unhappy they look. <br />
<br />
The road ends, like most of them, into a road I knew of only a county or two south and then it's back onto the highway to book it back home to dinner.<br />
<br />
That's the only sad thing about back roads, really. They have to end somewhere and that's usually a major thruway or a dead end with banjo music just a bit too close for comfort. Sometimes you just can't win.<br />
<br />

Absolutely! I forgot to mention that!

It's also the lack of signage and billboards that aren't in the way ...