You know, I’ve walked on that road almost all of my life and still love it. Back in the 40’s when I was a boy there was an old bus (they called it a “stage”) that ran from our home in Missoula to this area. Sometimes in mid-week my mother and I would take that old stage to visit her parents and it dropped us off at the bottom of this road, usually at night, and we would walk up this half mile of the road to the old ranch house in the dark. My mother was afraid there would be rattlesnakes on the road (and sometimes there were), but since I wasn’t afraid of them I would walk ahead with a flashlight to make sure it was OK.
What wonderful memories. When I moved to Liberia, one of the things I had to get used to was walking at night with no light at all, except from the moon or stars. In a way, it’s a skill. By the time I left, I loved those nighttime walks to this place or that. I always crossed my fingers that the snakes were asleep!
Now that looks like the perfect place for an evening walk. You must enjoy it immensely. Believe it or not, we do have spots like that here in Pennsylvania too. My parents owned what we call a ‘camp’ up in the Allegheny National Forest area and I fondly remember walks on roads like this one. Beautiful!
So beautiful. Strange feeling when looking at your photo from my home in Stockholm, but I immediately got the feeling of “home”. It has certain similarities with the landscape where I have my house, but it’s probably more like the north of Sweden.