We traveled different roads on this trip: the interstate highway system (originally built to speed troops from one side of the continent to the other quickly in case of attack)still rocks in its way. The clarity of the grid, except in major cities, provides a logic for moving east-west, north-south, or on a diagonal. But coming from Fort Collins, the scale of its lanes and the rush of its vehicles in the cities is daunting. And then the back roads...trying to respectfully pass the Amish farmer riding in the same rain that our roof shielded us from. The older highways form a kind of intermediary...slowing down through the towns that funnel cars and trucks through their main streets. Any one day had these different types...at least until we hit Iowa. Then it was just mile after mile of I-80, spread like a black belt across the rolling hills and level corn fields.
