By: C.L. Miller
The teenage son of a Driver friend asked us what is our favorite place to drive. I told him I don’t have just one, but I can count off a dozen I really enjoy.
This is my list, in no particular order:
- The Columbia River Gorge in Oregon, particularly that stretch between The Dalles and Portland where I can almost reach out and high-five the wind surfers.
- Interstate 40 through New Mexico on a cloudless summer night during a full moon.
- The delightfully spooky Achafalaya Basin on Interstate 10 in Louisiana, especially at night when it gives me the shivers.
- Any highway that contains the word “Parkway” in Kentucky.
- Interstate 81 north in Upstate New York from Syracuse to the Canadian border in the early Fall.
- Interstate 5 in California, north of Sacramento.
- Elk Mountain in Wyoming when the road is clear but the snow is blowing around in mesmerizing circles on the black pavement.
- Interstate 16 from Macon to Savannah in Georgia.
- West Virginia when the weather is good and I can see the sunrise over the eastern mountains, while the lights on the homes are still twinkling.
- Highway 58 in Virginia until it gets too close to Newport News.
- Interstate 15 through Montana with those huge flat-topped mountains and that Big Sky overhead.
- That flat, almost straight ribbon of Interstate 70 from Salina, Kansas to Denver, Colorado.
And then I realized my list is much longer….