Years ago at an open poetry and fiction reading in Ohio I heard a man who worked road construction during the summer read one of his poems with this line (or something like it): “All women are beautiful at fifty-five miles an hour.”
Full-time RVers see a lot of beauty and a lot that’s not so beautiful at fifty-five miles an hour. Sometimes we see homely things that are beautiful, like this hand-painted sign in northern Nevada:
We didn’t see any cows in the road, although these creatures seemed to be pondering whether to wander in our direction (if only that pesky wire fence wasn’t there, they might have).
About ninety minutes later, we saw another sign:
This time, the sign did not disappoint us. Grazing along the edge of the pavement, ignoring the few vehicles that lumbered by, was this solitary cow:
And one of the most mesmerizing spectacles at fifty-five miles per hour? A distant storm.
What’s your favorite view at highway speeds?