My Grandfather liked to go for “drives”. Kids in the back, adults in the front and off we’d go (an era before car seats and seatbelts). Up and over, around and about, this way and that through the hill country of northern New Jersey and Pennsylvania we went. Today, driving the Old Columbia Gorge Highway in Oregon reminded me of those trips, the twisty road, the old concrete bridges and guardrails, and the beautiful scenery. I think my Grandfather might have been traveling with us in the backseat enjoying the “drive”.
