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When’s the Last Time?

I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel’s sake. The great affair is to move.  Robert Louis Stevenson

Today God provided a perfect Michigan day.  It’s in the high 70’s, partly sunny, and the humidity is low.  I found myself with the unlikely combination of a gassed-up, topless Jeep, a couple of free hours between meetings, and nothing pressing sitting in the inbox.

I took a joyride. 

I headed south - straight into Michigan farmland.  I saw barns - old and new.  I saw farms that had to add other businesses - this one does excavation, that one landscaping.  I saw a young farmer in a wide-brimmed hat, crouched down, repairing some machinery.  I paused at a corner and saw a red-winged blackbird settle down on the diagonal of a powerline support wire.  I stopped on the downside of a small hill, and heard the grass rustling in the breeze.  I slowed down - letting the old Jeep cruise at a comfortable 40 MPH.  I got passed by people with somewhere to be.  I stopped on a bridge over a small creek, got out, and leaned over to look in the slow-moving water.  I watched the water skeeters shooting around it’s surface.  I looked at the reflections of clouds in the water.  I drove past 3 young kids in brightly colored swimsuits, leaving wet footprints up a blacktop driveway, heading towards the pool.  I passed by a shirtless young boy riding his bike - and noticed that it was a bike much like I had as a young boy, with highrise handlebars.  I saw people loading haybales onto farm wagons.  I saw men building a pole barn, with a front-end loader raised high to hold supplies.  I saw a church sign for a small town, not so small that it didn’t have both a Christian and Christian Reformed Church, but small enough that they shared the same sign.  I saw lots of campers - some out in the yard either being loaded or unloaded, and lots more stored out of the way, waiting to be pulled out.  I saw a farmer fertilzing his field, small trails of dust kicking up behind his tractor.

I savored every moment of that hour, and wonder - as always - why I don’t take more joyrides.

When’s the last time you took a joyride?

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