The road not taken . . .
On the road again . .
I’ll take the high road . . .
The road beneath my feet . . .
or, actually. the road we like to drive. Husb and I were coming home from Plant a Tree at Flight 93 yesterday (an annual event to help the Park Service fulfill the design of the Flight 93 National Memorial). It was a glorious spring day and so we took the long way home—Route 30, the Lincoln Highway, down the mountain past the site where the Ark used to be, past Bedford, and on beyond Breezewood where it’s hills and curves and very little traffic.
Just at the top of one hill we saw a sign that said, “Bark Road. Scenic view” with an arrow to the right. Never noticed it before, but okay. We have regularly mocked “scenic view” signs since (a very long time ago) we tried to drive a long distance on the Blue Ridge Parkway and overdosed on “scenic” views—on that trip, by the end we just didn’t care anymore. And you know, some “scenic” views are only in the eye of the beholder.
But yesterday was gorgeous and we were in no hurry so we bit. Gravel road, back and back and back. And there it was on the left, a break in the trees, some neatly mowed grass. And a crowd of people taking some sort of family picture; one family member appeared to be in a dance costume. So we kept driving. Passed a number of houses perched on the edge of that scenic view before we could find a place to turn around. (FYI, according to Google Maps, Bark Road goes the whole way down to I-70.) And when we got back to “scenic view,” it was inhabited by a lone motorcyclist. I apologized for interrupting his solitude but he said he was leaving anyway.
Yes, it is definitely a scenic view. And definitely worth the little drive from the highway. The view goes on forever.
When we left, a mother and daughter were stopping to look. This must be a regular destination for some people on sunny days. This is definitely one scenic view you should take.
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