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A child on a road trip with his family asks, "Where are we?" and the father answers, "Let's check the map. We're off the blue roads [the Interstate Highways marked in blue on the road atlas]. We're off the red roads [the US and state highways]. We're off the black roads [the county highways]. I think we're off the map altogether." It was always my dream to be off the map altogether.
After the jump, a few of the random places (and I mean random literally) that I visited vicariously (not actually) last month that are "off the blue roads".
- across the street from the magnificent Sri Meenakshi Devasthanam Temple in Pearland, Texas ("awe inspiring")
- just off the road in southern Maryland with dense woods and scattered driveways on either side
- in a field of young sugar cane south of a dirt field road in rural Thailand
- on a runway at US Marine Corps Air Station Miramar in San Diego ("If you have the security clearance to go there, be prepared to dodge some fighter jets.")
- on the Via della Costa near a sporting field in the small town of Uzzana in the province of Pistoia, Tuscany
- in featureless Iowa farm country ("Hilly enough the fields are heavily contoured so might be more interesting from the air.")
- just outside a small church cemetery in rural Neelyton, Pennsylvania
- within range of the flyover bridge over Highway 1 for the bypass of Saraburi, Thailand
- behind a two-story house in Maryland with a large 2nd floor balcony, a utility shed, a large RV, a small auto trailer, and a shelter where they apparently split firewood
- southeast of Melbourne, where a footpath (Redgum Avenue) meets Hall Rd, a residential street with mature gum trees planted in the centre strip
- in southern Illinois, in a wooded and swampy area not far from the confluence of two mighty rivers, the Ohio and the Mississippi
- off of a named street but really a dead-end driveway outside Omaha, Nebraska, with an astonishing panorama of the Missouri River and the farm down below with horses
- in rural Illinois, next to an old railroad in a field covered with butterweed ("It covered a lot of fields in this trip, sometimes creating beautiful blankets of bright yellow.")
- out of reach (without paying for a round of golf) on the course of Illinois's Schaumburg Golf Club
- off a rough and weedy tractor road along the banks of the stream leading to a cultivated field in the Loess Hills, the closest to "wilderness" you can find in Iowa
- exactly on the road from Tallinn to Paldiski, Estonia, which had quite heavy traffic
- behind an abandoned Orchard Supply Hardware store in Vacaville, California ("The nursery, which was kept outdoors under a flimsy roof of netting, now looks like something out of a post-apocalyptic movie.")
- in a small neighborhood park on the edge of suburbia, a few kilometers from the Ronald Reagan Presidential Library in Simi Valley, California
- in Virginia, unreachable inside a gated community called Walden
- and in a forest in Estonia just 2.5km from the sea ("so I took a walk and went to the beach. It was cold and windy, but still nice and relaxing.")
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