We have started talking to some of the folks who live around our property in the woods and they are absolutely wonderful people. One neighbor and I were talking about the view from atop our mountain. He talked with a sparkle in his eye about when he first came to the ridge. One view and he said that he felt like he could never leave. It’s funny but that is pretty much the exact same reaction I had. There is something about that ridge that leaves me in awe.
The view is incredible for sure but there is something else that makes it special. Driving up there is a lesson in roads. We start on interstate, do a little time on nice paved roads, then move on to a “paved” road, and finally dirt. Our road is not dirty or sort of like dirt. It is plain and simple a dirt road. When I was a kid, there were lots of dirt roads around home. Lots of people lived on some dirt road or another. It seems like most of those dirt roads have since been paved and I think the pavement took a little something away from those roads.
Dirt roads are a different world. Maybe it’s about being someplace simpler or maybe it’s reminiscent of old times. Of course, maybe I just like playing in the dirt. Either way, part of what makes our ridge special is that dusty old dirt road.
The neighbor and I were talking about how the world works and he said something along the lines of, “it doesn’t matter what happens ‘out there’. We are just dirt road people and things just make sense up here.” I am sure that is a paraphrase but it’s the absolute truth. Regardless of what happens, “out there”, dirt roads just make a lot of things make sense. While we are not full-blooded dirt road people yet, I like to think that a big part of my heart is up on our ridge and that I have a “dirt road person” inside of me ready to bloom!