One late October Sunday afternoon, days before I turned thirteen, we picked up my grandpa and grandma from their house in town, drove up to the northern edge of Jasper County to take a sneak peak ride on a brand new unopened super highway.
Oct. 31, 1968: Southern section of I-65 opens in Lake County, from U.S. 30 to Indiana 16 in Jasper County.
Trees twirled and sacheted in their lovely fall dresses. My grandpa talked with my dad about how they hoped the new highway wouldn't affect the drainage in their fields. I sat quiet and contemplative, from my "way back" seat in our station wagon, wondering where these miles and miles of road could take me. I couldn't wait to get on I-65.
Now, I can't wait to get off.
Yesterday, after running to Lafayette for an errand I veered off of 65 at exit 175 and my pictoral journal includes US Highways 24 & 25 and the lovely and quaint towns of Monticello and Delphi, Indiana.
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
My new hashtag is #getoffthebeatenexpressway
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