I am a child of the 50s - the generation that took “The Sunday Ride” in cars without seat belts, but totally-decked-out in obnoxious tail fins and what seemed to be a million disgusting and dirty ashtrays.
Sunday rides were a favorite pastime in that post WWII era, and I couldn’t wait to pile into the backseat with my brother and sister to view the world outside our own backyard.
Sunday rides were a favorite pastime in that post WWII era, and I couldn’t wait to pile into the backseat with my brother and sister to view the world outside our own backyard.
Every Sunday expedition was an adventure. It was like thumbing through a National Geographic ~ without the cumbersome words or the naked indigenous peoples.
Decades later, it’s comforting to know that as technology continues to revolutionize the world, taking rides still provide a close-up, picture-window-view of the world (sans the gaudy tail-fins and smelly ashtrays).
Since living in Bexley, I’ve discovered that day or night, a quick road trip to Jeffrey Woods provides a sure cure for what ails and a great way of catching up on nature and the world outside my mental and physical backyard.
And for those who don't like hiking or don't want to brave this winter's sub-freezing cold (duh), the park's outdoor panorama can also be enjoyed from the comfort of a car's front seat ~ as seen in these pics taken last year from inside my car.
(Ok, I may have been hanging out the window just a little, but was still inside the car.)