It's good to break away from the usual (asphalt) route and take a gravel crunching ride into Michigan's Thumb.
The thought of escaping the urban environment and into the solitude of the country draws me like a moth to the back door light, yet I wonder why I so rarely venture here. Is it because of time constraints? Nah. Fear of the unknown? Maybe.
So far, the fear of the unknown has proven to be unfounded.
The farmer on his tractor, a woman checking her mailbox, and the man walking his dog, all take time out of their day to offer a friendly greeting.
When folks I don't know wave at me, I must be in a good place.
(A test shot reveals a need for a wider lens.)