You can still find dirt roads in the local area if you look for them — sometime I do. This particular one continues for several miles until it dead ends. There’s only a few homes near its beginning so I believe it’s mainly used for access to surrounding farm fields. If you meet a car you have to pull over on the shoulder and let them squeeze by.
When I was a small child (a long time ago) our family home in North Carolina was on a dirt road. During the summers the state highway department would “oil” the road down to reduce dust. This oil, which was used motor oil, would produce an almost pavement hard surface. Of course, this was before anyone thought of protecting the environment. Gosh, when I tell stuff like this I feel ancient. :-(
Have a great weekend, everyone! ;-)
There is something very fundamental about a dirt road. Your shot today reminds all of us what most roads were like….back then! :-) Fine image.
I agree about there being something fundamental about dirt roads — driving on one with the window down puts you closer to nature.
I like the road I’m on now. It’s not the smooth paved highway I expected to be on at this point in my life, I think it’s more like the one in your photo. For me a road or path is symbolic of life’s journey. I’ve traveled the highways and the back-roads. Those back-roads have the most fun, at any age, dust and all.
Monte, I’m not where I thought I’d be at this point in my life either. I guess that says something about expectations, doesn’t it. ;-)
You’re right, the main roads are great if you want to get somewhere in a hurry, but if you want to enjoy the drive it’s the backroads for sure.