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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 (not actually) last month that are "off the blue roads".
- in Illinois, on open farm land as far as the eye can see
- in Pennsylvania, uphill steeply about 100 meters off a narrow dirt road lined with mountain laurel on both sides, in full bloom and very pretty
- past two Direct TV satellite dishes, at the edge of the wood line, behind some apartments south of Baltimore
- in the District of Columbia, inside the walls of the now-closed Fletcher Johnson Middle School, a dull, institutional-looking, concrete and brick facility
- in Adel, Iowa, in front of a brown ranch style house lined with yellow lilies
- in Merrillville, Indiana, in a field with tall grasses in a neighborhood of neatly kept houses south of the grueling drive on the Interstate around Chicago
- just off the road in the heavily wooded Fisher Oak Savanna Nature Preserve in central Indiana
- in an open area of sandy soil and scrubby bushes off US 95 near Nevada's Alien Travel Center
- near a shack in very hilly and densely wooded area of eastern Ohio close to a large dammed lake and lots of vacation homes
- back in dense woods well off a twisty narrow mountain road with no place to stop in a rural area outside of Pittsburgh
- in the woods behind a two story white clapboard house with a gray mansard roof in Connecticut
- in Massachusetts just across the state line from Rhode Island, in dense woods behind the store, Lost Treasures Antiques, which is going out of business
- in a huge paddock containing about 500 sheep west of Melbourne
- in the desert on Furnace Creek Road in the southern California desert near Death Valley
- in Illinois east of St. Louis, in a field of corn past a Schnuck's grocery store and a Walmart and a Comfort Innn
- in a cornfield (20 cm high) west of Sleepy Eye, Minnesota
- in upstate New York, deep in a wooded area across from a red barn and corn growing that is only 6" high ("Well the rain has resumed and we've seen some raging streams along our dash path.")
- on one of the major streets in Fremont, California, near a field full of corn ready for harvest ("not exactly something I often see here in the Bay Area")
- off in the woods close to Sebago Lake in Maine, across the road from an area fenced by cyclone fencing with posted signs saying "absolutely no trespassing" and video surveillance
- in the Arizona desert, in low scrub on both sides of the road and cotton fields just to the west ("It was very, very hot outside")
- out of reach on the Devil's Ridge Golf Course east of Flint, Michigan
- in Maine, among grassy fields with many large boulders collected in piles or rows, some even stacked (a new extreme east visit for USA)
- inside a house in Toronto whose driveway is on Tottenham Rd., but whose front door faces Marshfield Court, the short cul-de-sac to the north
- in dense knee-high ferns off of an unpaved road in dense forest in Vermont ("lots of signs to watch for Moose along the road")
- in upstate New York, in a grassy field with some tiger lilies near the road opposite a small pond almost entirely covered with lily pads
- and a random place in the boreal forest of Alaska ("Probably public land, but definitely got some strange looks from guy with a long shaggy beard")
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