Simply Driving

The husband and I had a simple pleasure this week which we don’t often afford ourselves.

We took a drive.

As a child growing up, our family often enjoyed the pleasure of the leisurely cruise to nowhere, following where the road led on a Sunday afternoon. Then the economy and the energy crisis of the 70’s interrupted our fun, and the Sunday afternoon drive seemed to go the way of the Amana radar range.

The other evening, however, the empty nesters decided to throw caution to the wind and enjoy a little aimless driving before the sun went down.

Now, this is one pleasure that I could never enjoy solo. Not only is it more fun to share the delights along the way, but I’m also directionally challenged. While a motor meander might be fun, finding myself lost in an adjacent county with no possible idea as to how I got there…
is not.

Fortunately, I married a homing pigeon. No matter where the path takes us, he can always find the way home.  So off we went, the silent chauffeur and the yakking pointer.

Dirt roads are my favorite, and living in rural Georgia, we have an abundance of them.  It was on one of those dirt roads, that we stumbled on this place.

I. Was. Delighted.

If there is anything more fun than the motor meander, it is being the adult in the car when you’re doing it. Adults, you see, can stop the car and take a gander if they have a mind to.

I had a mind to.

So the husband pulled to the side of the road,

and I hopped out of the car

and across the ditch

and through the weeds

to the abandoned old house...
with my shiny red Kodak .

I walked around it a few times

and then figured out a way to get up on that porch.

I peeked in the windows.

I even tried to turn the knob.

The husband gave a little toot on the horn.

“Don’t forget to take a picture of that sign,” he said.

Sign?

Oh, that one.

Phooey.

So Bonnie snapped the picture while Clyde idled the getaway car. Then I walked back through the weeds and across the ditch and into the car to join the party pooping smirker.

Which way now?

As if he had to ask.

And off we went to find more treasures
 beyond the bend in the road.

A leisurely evening drive is this week's simple pleasure.

*****

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