We just returned from a road trip to Salt Lake City and back, something we haven’t done in a long while. And one of the things I loved was watching the change of landscape and scenery as the miles went by. We began in agriculture land with acres of corn and soybeans, and some sunflowers thrown in too. That landscape changed to rolling hills, then to the badlands of South Dakota. Into Wyoming we saw pasture lands with cattle and sheep, along with antelope, deer, and coyote. And then we were in the mountains of Utah, mostly shrouded from the smoke of the nearby forest fires.
During both directions of our trip we got to watch the development of weather fronts. When the landscape stretches out before you, behind you, and around you it gives you a chance to see the blue (or hazy) skies change to white clouds to billowing thunderstorms to darkness and rain, and then back to clearing skies. I’ll gladly take a road trip any day over a plane flight that picks you up from one landscape and drops you into another without the benefit of all the miles and scenery in between.