I love backroads. Give me the old highways that cut through Oregon’s smaller towns and hamlets, countryside and marshland over the bleakness of the 5 any day, any season. I’m particularly fond of the late summer iteration when hay bales dot the horizon and the other sensory experiences are at their peak. Yesterday found me driving a particular favorite stretch - Hwy 99S from Corvallis to Eugene; scent of oak, mint, and fresh hay, dust devils in full swing on newly cleared fields, and the play of light as the day came to an end. Love.