Took a ride on I-80 yesterday, got off and drove back roads, crossed Chillisquaque Creek and the West Branch of the Susquehanna River, out into the open farmland of Union County. It was a beautiful day to be out and about.
Well-kept farms, rolling hills, flowering trees in bloom, including the redbud, my favorite. Seemed a bit dry, though—what land was tilled looked like clumps of hardened clay, and the grass in spots looked washed out, a lighter green than usual. Saw a couple of Amish buggies heading somewhere, and we headed home in time to run into bicycle traffic as one of the rural schools let out.
In some ways, it felt like we were stepping back in time, perhaps aided by a stop for lunch where there just happened to be a five-man band playing Civil War-era music.
It felt good to be heading west, even if it wasn’t all that far west. Far enough, though, to get the feeling that we weren’t in Kansas anymore…
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