Roadtrippin is impulsive and of course when the notion hits you a right hand turn is so much easier to execute. You never know where that right hand turn takes you. Our roadtrippin adventures are done the old fashioned way, no gps, no atlas, just take a guess and drive. Sometimes there are visible hints as to where you are headed. Road signs that say “Dead End” or as the sun goes down you know where “West” is. One of the most important signs to look out for is your gas tank gauge, it should read full as you begin your trip and hopefully still have some gas before your trip ends, otherwise you will be footin it.
The other day, Patty and I decided to hang a right turn on a back road just off route 6 near Honesdale. Brook road parallels Holbert creek (not brook) to where it becomes Torrey Road where the road opens up out of the forest to rolling farmland with views of distant mountains, many of them.
and of course that beckons our adventuring blood to reach out and touch them. That roadtrippin is for another day though.
Olden homesteads and farms with olden stories dot the landscape along the way, some are abandoned or at least look that way.
Quiet memorials of country time past.
Another impulsive right hand turn and road names forgotten, we end up down on River Road headed towards Milanville. Again a meandering of travel with meaning placed on the sites along the way.
Road Trippin 