Today’s prompt asks us what way we were prefer to see the country. I have actually crossed our nation by plane. One year Bob and I flew from Montreal to Vancouver. We certainly appreciated the few hours it took to get there, compared to what we would have been facing by car.
If it’s a clear day you can look down on the prairie patchwork and marvel at all those creatures scurrying around down there, building up their little bits of property. If it’s not a clear day, a person can see some amazing clouds. One day I looked out the plane window and saw, reflected onto the white mass beside us, a great big rainbow doughnut. Awesome!
As an adult I’ve taken the train across half the country on several occasions. Pulling out of Toronto, going through three days of rock, pond, bush, rock, pond, bush, rock, pond, bush —with the Great Superior Lake thrown in. Then suddenly the land opens up onto the flat prairie and you can see a hundred miles ahead.
And we’ve traveled by car, both across Canada and into the US. This definitely affords the best trip in my estimation. Gives lots of chances to stop and admire the scenery. And you never know when you may come across a sign that says, Twelve Foot Falls.
(Warning to you folks in northern Wisconsin. I’m about to expose a local joke.)
We’d left Michigan that morning and gone north, crossed over the Mackinac Bridge, intending to have supper and spend the night with friends in Barron, Wisconsin. Now it was early afternoon and we were in no hurry, when we came upon the sign that read Twelve Foot Falls Road ½ mile, with an arrow pointing left.
Bob and I discussed this a minute and decided we had time for a little side trip. Half a mile later there was a sign designating the Twelve Foot Falls Road, and it appeared to be a nice gravel road, so we took it. After all, a twelve-foot waterfall would be an interesting sight to see, right?
Those of you who have been there know that the main highway through northern Michigan and Wisconsin cuts through a solid pine forest. Lining the road for miles ahead and behind, all you see is pine forest with the ribbon of highway running through. Thankfully it’s cut back far enough that people who suffer a bit from claustrophobia, as I do, can still breathe.
The gravel road we turned off on was more of the same, only not cut back very far from the roadway. In other words unless you’re very fond of pine green this is not the scenic route. And we drove and we drove and we drove.
After about fifteen minutes there was another sign saying Twelve Foot Falls with the arrow pointing ahead. So at least we weren’t lost. And we drove and we drove and we drove. The only thing is, the road narrowed down to a logging trail. We drove through this green tunnel for another while, then we saw another sign. Twelve Foot Falls, with the arrow pointing left. Ah! We’re getting there.
We turned as indicated and drove a short distance, right into a clearing. And there, ahead of us was… Twelve Foot Falls? We all groaned.
The locals must have measured the “falls” by its length instead of its height. As I recall the water from a little creek came over a rocky ledge and fell about four feet down, then over a bunch more rocks. It seems to me there were several small ledges and drops.
It was a very pretty spot, I’m sure it would be great for picnics if you want to take all that time cruising through a tunnel get there.
And then there was the time we were driving through an unfamiliar town in the dark (Bob thinks it was Shippensburg, PA) and we took a road on a poorly lit street than angled down. We were going slow, thank goodness.
Suddenly, with no warning sign or rail or wall, our headlights reflected off water. We were facing a river, with a drop-off about three yards ahead. Had we been going at a normal street speed…
Bob came to an abrupt stop and we stared out over what must have been the arm of a local river that meandered through this park-like area. I believe there was a sidewalk ahead, such as people might want to take to walk alongside the river.
By all means, travel by car. you’ll see so many interesting sights along the way — and it gives you something to blog about later.