"Let's go for a drive."
This is something mom and dad would say with regularity when I was growing up. And we would all pile in the van and just toodle here or there aimlessly. Sometimes we'd creak through neighborhoods on the Mesa looking at the newer houses, sometimes we'd head into the mountains or down the road toward Santa Fe. It was rare that there was ever a direction in mind, though often we'd find ourselves at the house of one friend or another and stop by to say hello.
Today, I'm in the mood for a drive. Just random wanderings through the countryside with no destination in mind. Maybe we'd end up at Monticello. Or Montpelier. Or just wander over toward the Shenandoah and see horse country. We could head north, into western Maryland or Delaware or southern Pennsylvania.
I'd be content with anywhere, provided it was a ramble with no destination and you only know it's time to turn around because you want to go home.
8 hours ago
we must be psychic twins or something. I was thinking this very same thing today. I contented myself with a short drive through the countryside before picking up dinner.
ReplyDeleteI think driving is more fun outside of the D.C. area. :) You know, like in Ireland. :)
ReplyDeleteDriving is now an expensive hobby!
ReplyDeleteJim, I contented myself with dreaming - I'm jealous that you got at least a little jaunt.
ReplyDeleteMichelle...yeah. Definitely. When are they going to invent teleporters? Free teleporters. :)
Lynellen, true dat.
I use to love going for drives when we were kids. We'd find a creek and just walk it for hours then get back in the car and drive back home. It was always an adventure!
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