Sunday, August 7, 2011

OTBR: Atop the Cliffs on Mornington Peninsula

Latitude: 38.4871 S
Longitude: 144.9746 E

A child on a road trip with his family asks, "Where are we?" and the father answers, "Let's check the map. We're off the blue roads [the Interstate Highways marked in blue on the road atlas]. We're off the red roads [the US and state highways]. We're off the black roads [the county highways]. I think we're off the map altogether." It was always my dream to be off the map altogether.

After the jump, a few of the random places (and I mean random literally) that I visited vicariously last month that are "off the blue roads".

  • atop the cliffs on Mornington Peninsula which offer a spectacular view of the southeast Australia coast
  • past a roadblock of fallen trees in the forest in Estonia, in swampy land off the path ("There were lots of delicious wild strawberries on the way, so it was a quite tasteful walk")
  • in VERY rugged terrain in California's Portola Redwoods State Park
  • near the Throckmorton Arms, along an old Roman Road called Rycknild Street in the village of Coughton in the UK
  • in a split-level house in southern California, built up in the hillside, hidden by ivy and trees
  • in the Arctic Hiking Area in Finland, in a forest among the ruins of old houses
  • near Manchester, England, on the grounds of an activity center ("water sports, walking, running, cycling and watching wildlife")
  • in the yard of one of houses without lake frontage on a point of land protruding into Zumbra Lake in Minnesota
  • in the backyard - almost the river - of little ranch home in the flood plain of Illinois's Fox River
  • near the end of a dock in Minnesota's Fish Lake
  • in California's high desert on the way to the San Bernardino Mountains, with lots of creosote and small Joshua trees nearby
  • in beautiful farmland just north of Melbourne, with a great view of the city and of Mt Macedon. A bonus was indicated by a sign: WINE FOR SALE
  • in the middle of some very tall corn in Illinois, about two miles from one of Abraham Lincoln's boyhood homes
  • in a corn field west of a gravel road in Minnesota ("The corn crop was tall and looking good.")
  • and in Pennsylvania farmland ("I didn't even bother to get out as the corn was so close to the road and towered above the car; there was nothing to see but corn.")

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