Backroads

I had an errand about 80 miles to the east so I drove straight to the turnpike. At the entrance, a long line of cars. There had been an accident and the eastbound lanes were closed. Annoyed and unsure, I made a u-turn and drove until I saw a highway sign for “Old U.S. 30.” I took this two lane road and headed east. I drove past farms, forests and streams. There were roadside picnic tables along the way, and narrow bridges over creeks. I saw farms, barns and silos. I saw a man and a horse, plowing a field.