Sometimes my job takes me to some places that are not easily accessed. People seem to enjoy living in places that are difficult to find and reach, but I won’t digress into specifics. Living in the Southern part of the United States can be challenging at times. For example, when I must travel to some of the places “out past the tree line” (that GPS cannot even find), I find it necessary to stop for directions.
On more than one occasion I am told, after some careful contemplation on the part of the person I asked, “Y’know…you really can’t get there from here.” And thus begins a very descriptive and lengthy list of instructions which can include such colorful landmarks as “when you see Miz Clawson’s Brahma Bull in the north pasture, you’ll want to turn right next to the well about half a stick throw from the fence post.”
You might think such is an exaggeration from an Andy Griffith rerun, but it isn’t. These folk are very sincere in their direction giving. This is how they have come to know their home town. Even had my GPS referred to once as “that devil box” because it pinpointed his home and the voice gave me directions on how to get there.
The longer I get to travel to these wonderfully unique places, the more I can understand why people choose to live in such locales. Once you get past the frustration of “you can’t get there from here” and take time to look around, they drive really is quite wonderful and relaxing. Some of the most beautiful and seldom disturbed natural areas, you’d think were parks, but they are just spots along the road that local folks like to get out and have a look around.
As GPS becomes more accurate, these areas will become less difficult to find and my fear is the honest openness of the local folk will forever be lost.