There is nothing like the open road. During the early 1970s my husband and I took to the open road many times traveling the length and breadth of the country. One summer, when our daughter was small enough to fit in a plastic dish tub for her daily bath, we lived in a van letting the road call to us which way we would go from day to day. We look back on those days with fond memories and are so glad we took to the road when we were young and unfettered. Now it seems that it is so complicated to arrange.
My love for roads will pop up many times in this blog. I have literally hundreds of road shots. Some are old and yellowed and will need to be scanned. Some are not so long ago. These next three are fairly recent. I like each of them for their lonely remoteness. Some of the best roads are yet to be discovered. Come with me and discover for yourself the beauty of a forgotten road.
A loney forgotten track southeast of Zion National Park in northern Arizona.