I took a trip in late July and early August of 1992. I was on my way home for my 20th high school reunion. I decided I'd take a really long route from Eugene to Kellogg and go out to Burns, on to Boise, on to Sun Valley to Stanley to Salmon and then go on a Richard Hugo tour of Montana. It's the Richard Hugo tour of Montana that leaves me wordless. It was simple. I drove throughout western Montana, to Wisdom, Big Hole National Battle Ground, Butte, Walkerville, Hot Springs, Kicking Horse Reservoir, Philipsburg, Drummond and other Hugo landmarks. At the places I drove to I stopped, walked the streets (or the battlefield), found a private place, often the car, and read Hugo's poem about that place aloud. Then came the ghosts. I welcomed them/Raymond Pert, Kellogg Bloggin'. More here.

Question: Have you ever taken a road trip like Raymond Pert or John Steinbeck ("Travels with Charlie") when you took time to smell the roses?