You know it's rural

For somebody who grew up in densely populated central Florida, it never ceases to amaze me that I can "commute" exactly 50 miles from my driveway to the kennel, and I can count the number of vehicles I see on both hands. On some mornings I can count them on one hand. That's 50 miles, with an average of one car every 10 miles.

And I have gotten to "know" my fellow commuters. Every day when I drive to work, I see the same car going the other way. That's how few vehicles there are- I can pick out a single car, and watch for it every single day.

Every day. A blue Nissan Altima. Whoever's driving it has a long commute, even longer than mine- I've left the house an hour early and passed her on US 231, some 40 miles away from my house. I've left the house 30 mins late, and passed her driving through my town on SR 25.

Just another one of the mind-boggling yet perfectly pleasing aspects of life here in the middle of nowhere.



I mean this Deliverance picture in the best possible way. No, really. I do. :)