Last night I was in a mood where I just wanted to go driving and pray and think,
which I haven’t done in a long time (mostly because I had too much
going on). So around eight in the evening I tossed my bag in the backseat of Sherrie and I started driving. Where did I go? It didn’t matter, except that it be someplace unfamiliar, unknown to me and where I was unknown.
I used to do
this sort of thing in high school–I remember one time leaving around midnight (I wonder what my parents must have thought about their eccentric son?) just
to drive and think, and going up on top of Lookout Mtn. and driving so
far, and turning this way and that, that I almost ran out of gas. Gas
stations up there are sparse anyway, and none were open at that hour of night. I got a
little lost on top of it, and was nervous as my fuel tank drew nearer and nearer the glowing “E”–but despite the nervousness, the driving was fun along the way to lost. I
remembering seeing a possum and missing his little nose by a few inches
as I flew along the night roads then. At last I prayed and followed
the only car I’d seen all night–the angelic car led me to a swervy road which
took me down off the mountain (so that I might shift into neutral and save gas). At last, at the
bottom of the mountain I found out that I had traveled into Alabama,
and there stood the highway with a brilliantly glowing all-night gas
station. So hooray for prayer (smile).
Anyway, last night I wanted to go see some strange roads, so I
took that highway out of Fort O. toward your place, skirting along the
flanks of Lookout Mtn. I went down even past Old Chatt
Valley Road, then turned up toward the mountain. I went here and
there, chased a deadend once, then went up the mountain and ran south along
it awhile. Found a turtle in the road and helped him off. Found a dog
lying in the road, too, looking around lazily; it was a road that
didn’t see much traffic, so he was fine, I’m sure. He just watched me with curiosity as I came and went, then came back and went again. A pretty beast, he
was, a brown lab–made me want a dog. After driving down southerly roads awhile, without looking back, I decided I should stop and stand overlooking a misty valley below. Then I came back
I guess I just wanted to get away from everything known for a little while. Do you ever do that? Maybe I’m strange that way. But I will say this: driving along mountain highways at twilight with summer fireflies making magical the air all around you is a good way to pray.
P.S. Rain, rain on.