The trip from Northwest Arkansas to Kansas City is so easy. Get on Highway 71. Drive north. Lock in cruise control somewhere close to the speed limit and lean back. With minimal steering, you'll arrive in Kansas City in about three and a half hours.
It can be a little boring unless I take my camera. Then I am watching where I am going in hopes of snapping a cool photo. There is so much to see when you are watching. Now, I don't always feel comfortable pulling over and taking a picture. I'd really rather not be squished by one of those big 18 wheelers or be kidnapped or murdered either. I'm much too busy for that. So with some caution in mind, I watch for something beautiful or interesting or amusing.
OK. So, here's the monologue in my mind. "Ooh, look at that red tailed hawk on the power pole. That would make a cool silhouette photo against the gray sky. Oh, rats. Traffic. Oh, wow! What a pretty pond! I really like those cat tails. It would look cool to photograph them low looking across the water. Hmmm... the shoulder of the road is narrow here, better keep going. Oh, my, a big pile of junk. I don't want a picture of that. Cool barn, love that old tractor, what a gorgeous horse..." You get the idea. The monologue goes on and on and on and on.
When travelling any distance, I try to schedule about a half hour or so of extra time. That way if a small town appears to be especially charming, I can buzz through and snap a picture or two. With some caution in mind, sometimes I stop on the side of the highway.
I'm watching for beauty. I'm watching for something that makes me smile. I'm watching for joy.