To drive for the joy of driving.
Of riding.
Of feeling tires on asphalt.
Rolling. Rolling.
A sea of trees rising and falling.
Sunlight appearing. Disappearing.
Light and color dance in and out of shadow.
The hum of the road.
The joy of the moment.
The satisfaction of miles behind.
The anticipation of adventure ahead.
Astoria – Forks – Beaver – Cape Flattery
Sol Duc – Lake Crescent – Port Angeles
learning to fly 