The Scenic Route

When my dad got lost while driving, he would always tell us we were taking the scenic route. Everyone knew it was a big lie, that he was lost again. Nobody dared to call him on it because he would get mad. We would suffer for it later, we knew that.

I spent a lot of my childhood looking at neighborhoods and farmlands I would never see now in the days of GPS and online maps. Maybe my dad actually had a good idea.

Please use the open space below to share your first 50 words on the topic “the scenic route.”

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Author: Virginia DeBolt

Writer and teacher who writes blogs about web education, writing practice, and pop culture.

4 thoughts on “The Scenic Route”

  1. Harish remembered always looking for ways to take the scenic route in her driving ventures. These would always offer the most splendid views of vast fields, rocky terrains, farmlands and ocean views. For her, they had offered the best times to think profoundly and become one with the universe. She felt as if she always extracted all this positive energy from the surroundings feeling so insignificant in the midst of nature’s vastness. She wasn’t able to drive any more, but she was grateful that she could retrieve these beautiful memories stored in the vault of her mind.

  2. The problem with the scenic route is that it’s practically everyone’s choice. and so it loses charm. What used to be scenic is now strewn with human detritus and worse. What was scenic is now unsightly. How is it that we humans cannot pass by without destroying where we’ve been? that we humans cannot pass by without doing violence with our presence? At this point in time I choose not to have a scenic destination nor to yearn for a scenic route.

  3. When they first met and found they enjoyed similar things they decided to do day trips. They would cheerfully pack a picnic basket with sandwiches, plates, napkins and always a teeny vase for one wildflower. They would pack a small cooler with a bottle of wine and some fruit and cheese. Off they would go. It always was an adventure to drive off the beaten track. They called it their scenic route drives. Not a route that was well known. One of them would say, “let’s get lost today.” It was never considered a success until they found some little thing completely unexpected to draw their attention. On the hottest summer days they would always find a cool spot off in the woods with a stream and some huge boulders to perch on while eating their lunch. Nowadays one of them might bring up one of their fun trips. “Remember the time the horse left the pasture and followed us nibbling on your yellow jacket for some strange reason?” “Remember the time we were walking on the isolated beach we discovered and that nude fellow hurriedly scurrying behind some bushes?” It was great remembering their days getting lost on the scenic route in New England.

  4. First thing you notice is how close you are from the precipice. Every turn , every bend in the road is fraught with danger . There are concrete railings , usual road markers and special cautionary messages .

    The air becomes rapidly rarefied. Cool , clean and crisp. The vales are full of greenery . Fir , pine , birch , silver oak , who’s who of mountainous flora. Moss clings to rocky hillsides , in large velvety swathes . Unseen birds chirp. Swooping in and out of the abundant foliage . Larks , swifts , martins .

    Some where a mountain stream gurgles onto the road . Clear glacier water, running over cobblestones , falling down in a gay abandon of watery spray, trickling between gigantic moss covered trunks .

    Years later , I would recount this scenic route to a person from that place , a local , under very different circumstances. I would be the patient , he would be the attendant .

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