I am grateful that my job takes me into the most rural parts of the state. Leaving the busyness behind, I lean into the adventure that navigating country roads brings.
Over the years, GPS has deposited me in a cornfield instead of a town hall, a graveyard instead of Village centers, and in someone’s driveway instead of a community site. But … misadventures make for great stories. I’m experienced now, and add 30 minutes to any estimated route because a map app cannot anticipate what being behind a grader, combine or tractor does to your “drive time.” If cell service wanes or is nonexistent, it’s hopeless.
It’s in those moments I have to drive on instinct- I look around, up at the sky, take in the horizon, and figure it out – I watch for road names, and sometimes, double back and see a turn GPS missed. It does this country girl good to tune into bird calls instead of project calls, watch calves and lambs scampering in pastures, and leave the noise behind. John Denver had it right:
I’m back in my “nest” after multiple weeks of travel. Slept in this morning, coffee tastes good, and today is prep day for our Easter festivities tomorrow. Happy Easter to all who celebrate!