Savannah is a friend of Jenna's and today is her birthday. Jenna put together a small present and asked me to drive her out to Savannah's house. Normally I would just call first, but I figured even if she was not as home, Jenna would still want to leave the gift.
Jenna LOVES the area where Savannah lives as there is a LOT of yard. Trees to explore, a gazebo, trampoline, tons of shade - it is located on the outskirts of town. Driving there is not that big of a deal as far as time. And the main roads are not a big deal either - but the final leg is VERY narrow and has a "one-car-only" width bridge that doesn't appear to be much more than a ramp. And I don't enjoy driving that tight.
I have lucked out with not having encountered any traffic coming the other direction. Of course today was only my third time out there. The first time was in the rain - just me and Savannah. The second time it was Roland who was driving - and there was a "traffic" issue. We were headed out and grandpa was headed in when we met. Roland wasn't sure what to do. "Grandpa" ended up backing up for us until we could actually fit around him.
I hadn't noticed all the "No Trespassing" signs until this afternoon. Tons of them. I wouldn't call it a driveway - a community dirt road, perhaps. I don't know how many houses branch out at the end. I think I pass three houses before I get to Savannah's - and there are at least two more in another direction. I wouldn't even attempt to do that drive in the dark.
I think I'd rather drive to Savannah's - even across the ramp and the skinny one car lane than to drive to one of the leader's in young woman. Her house is gorgeous, and the neighborhood looks nice, but it is all up hill and skinny and would be quite the drop at night. Roland had driven there the first time, but I had to do it by myself the last time. Didn't enjoy that drive at all.
And then there's the drive to DelEv Blueberry - where the drive just feels so long and I always wonder, "Did I pass it?" and drivers tend to want to drive faster than necessary and there isn't a whole wide selection of pullovers to let the fast drivers pass. Even less spots to actually turn around. I'm not near as adventurous in Oregon as I was in Salt Lake.
In Salt lake I could drive somewhere and have options of streets or lots to turn around or explore. I have learned that in Oregon, even the well-known streets that are labeled are not necessarily driver friendly - at least to a city girl like me. But I know people who grew up here who don't think twice about it. Driving these roads is normal to them.
The roads may feel empty and give a "ghost-town" feel at times. But you know what? I would rather have that emptiness than to deal with traffic and too many reckless drivers on the road. It gives me a sense of freedom.