Changes

I've spent a lot of time in the Appalachians lately.

The first part of my “straight shot to Indiana” took me through the Pocono's. Not terribly straight. I-40's worse crossing from North Carolina to Tennessee (or vice versa, of course). But any time an Interstate highway has a 50mph speed limit...

And entrance ramps with stop signs at the bottom...

But in time things leveled out. And suddenly I was gawking (all over again) at how flat things were. I'm not used to having a clear line of sight to the horizon. I've talked about it before, but I've been running the hills a while now. It's all new again.

Unboring. I like it.