At one point we were 25 miles from the US-Mexico border in the Sonoran Desert of California. We enjoyed unseasonably hot February weather. Visiting the glorious protected park lands had been a wonderful way to spend the last few months, but a glance at our calendar told us that the time had come to stop watching the birds and migrate with them, heading north.
On our second day of driving, we drove up into mountains and then down again. One beautiful landscape after another came into view, but each landscape disappeared in an instant as we cruised at 65 miles per hour. Joe drove on. Finally, Beth picked up her camera and started snapping what she saw passing by.
Like most birds, we are travelers. We migrate with faith in what the road ahead offers us, but we’re not in a hurry. The landscape photographs taken in the span of an hour’s drive confirm that there is virtue in taking the alternate route to enjoy a new view.