With gas prices skyrocketing, most people travel from point A to point B the shortest/fastest way possible with no details. Generally I would agree, however I have a wanderers soul that takes over every once in awhile. That happened today while on my way to Mom's.
I decided to pick up the highway a different way than normal, which turned out to not work since it put me on to 101 instead of 93N. I detoured but wasn't paying attention and ended up missing my chance to get on 93, but saw a bunch of trucks going straight and figured where trucks go there is generally another route to the highway.
My detour took me on the 28 bypass, the compass in my car told me I was heading North so even though I didn't know where I was, I knew I was going the right direction since Concord is North of Manchester. After awhile I started to see signs pointing me towards Concord - yay me!
The best part of taking new routes is that you of course, see new sites. I went through some very run down areas of NH with house after house falling apart around those living in them. I also saw some amazingly kept up antique houses that I would kill to see the inside of - a "if these walls could only talk" moment.
I always think of myself as someone who has no sense of direction, but when I wind up in situations like the one today, I end up getting to where I am supposed to be. I guess I don't give myself enough credit.
My impromptu road trip made realize how much I miss the open road. Some day I will drive fully across country and back. There's so much Americana to see off the beaten path, so many roads that have stories to tell... and sooner or later I'll see all of it.
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