the journey is the thing~


On the old highway maps of America, the main routes were red and the back roads blue.  Now even the colors are changing.  But in those brevities just before dawn and a little after dusk – times neither day nor night – the old roads return to the sky some of its color.  Then, in truth, they carry a mysterious cast of blue, and it’s that time when the pull of the blue highway is strongest, when the open road is a beckoning, a strangeness, a place where a man can lose himself.”  

–author William Least Heat-Moon, blue highways


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