The Westport Road That’s Less Traveled Often Brings Fond Memories
If you've ever had a long day where the second you're free of your duties, the only thing you have in mind is going for a drive? Well, wherever that drive may be, nor how far, if you've ever related to this scenario, this one is for you.
I find it quite interesting how a single road, a setting, a long-lost memory, can ease the mind. Stress is a major contributing factor to a shortened lifespan, so take my advice: whenever you get the chance, go for a drive somewhere, anywhere. Just don't stray too far from home.
For me, my go-to destination on those long and tiresome days is the backroads of Westport, Massachusetts. More specifically, Sodom Road, where my childhood was spent.
It was at 1050 Sodom Road, to be exact, with cornfields surrounding the west and north sides of the house. There stood a strong log cabin that my father constructed from his bare hands (with help from his friends, of course). It stood proudly, deep down a gravel driveway, just hidden enough from the roadway.
Those were the cow fields I would skate or slide on when they became frozen. Numerous kites stood trapped in the grasps of the treeline, mostly because I flew too close. It's where I picked up a basketball for the first time and learned how to rollerblade and ride a bike. Hide-and-seek in the corn and watching Dad practice his bow on a haybale target; yeah, that was the perfect Sunday afternoon.
These are the memories that engulf my thoughts as I drive down that windy road, clearing the stress and easing the mind. It's amazing how a drive can do just that.
So what are you waiting for?