In good weather a rolling gravel road like this one is a treat to drive - an engagement with the milieu one dips and swerves through scattering pebbles, and so unlike the high speed routine of driving on a flattened, paved and protected super highway. Again, we suspect that this is somewhere in the Palouse, but Horace Sykes has left no identification. There is a loving analogy that we can phrase so that this blog may still be entered safely by the curious. It is that riding a winding gravel road over hills and through valleys is like "rolling in the hay" while driving a freeway is a kind of "self-abuse" with one's foot to the pedal. I would like to know if this road has been paved. (Click Twice to Enlarge)
