Had the most beautiful drive a few weeks back. Went from Dallas to Amarillo, then onto the OK panhandle. Then over the next few days, I had the most calming drive across Kansas. Thought about stopping the night in Dodge City, but then thought I should get the hell out of Dodge.
It's times like that... driving in a wide open area full of wilderness or farmland, that I am reminded why I like to drive. I particularly like to deliver to these areas... small town America. I feel like Charles Kuralt, but with a special delivery.