Longitude: W 079° 55.674
After the jump, a few of the random places (and I mean random literally) that I visited vicariously last month that are "off the blue roads".
- in the Charleston City Market in downtown Charleston, South Carolina
- in the front hallway of a house in Malvern, a very pleasant leafy, posh suburb of Melbourne scored by three players on New Year's Day morning
- next to a little cemetery in very rural North Carolina
- in bushy land at the base of the rocky Mt Vincent in New South Wales
- near the southbound lanes of I-15 near Nephi, Utah ("The setting sun was shining on the snow-covered foothills of Mount Nebo and the western sky was bright orange.")
- in Illinois, in the tree line between two fields with only a bit of debris from last year's crops ("the sunset was spectacular")
- in southern California, in an area devoted to horses, on a property with a stone wall around it, with two wagon wheels (seemingly a requirement) in the walls on each side of the driveway to the gate
- near a creosote bush in Arizona, scored on one of the coldest days of the year ("Everyone is worried about their citrus trees.")
- 800 meters into the forest in Estonia ("There was snow on the ground and occasionally some water. The point was close to a big tree with lot of branches - probably an oak, but I'm not sure, because it had no leaves.")
- in a very bleak harvested cornfield in Iowa, down a minimum maintenance road blocked by a snowdrift, which was firm enough for walking
- on the side of rural Minnesota's County Road 5, also known as Nature Avenue ("The road is gravel surfaced covered with packed and icy snow, with an ice covered drainage ditch on the west side.")
- in very light scrub at the side of the road in gold country west of Melbourne ("We saw some grey kangaroos bounding away when they heard us coming.")
- inside the security fence of the army barracks at Bonegilla, Victoria, Australia, near the Bonegilla Heritage Centre which is the site of "The Migrant Experience," a history of migration to Australia between 1947 and 1971
- in Illinois, next to a small picnic pavilion on the grounds of the DuPage County Animal Shelter
- out of reach inside a gated (fortified?) mobile home community in Arizona ("Even the drainages had significant wrought iron grates.")
- and out of reach in Brazil, behind closed gates made of horizontal strands of barbed wire fixed to vertical lengths of wood ("in the early afternoon on a hot Sunday when local people may well have cooled themselves with the odd beer or cachaça, I felt it prudent not to tempt fate and headed off on my way to Montevideo.")
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