Blue Highways, Silos, and Trains

Traveling along the blue highways was more than just a route for my family; it was a journey woven with memories. As we headed south to visit my aunts and uncles, the landscape filled with towering silos and the rhythmic sight of trains became a backdrop to my childhood. These elements shaped not only the scenery but also the stories and feelings of the past. Riding in the sleeper above the cab of our RV, I would stare out at towns from the narrow, lengthy window at open fields, where silos stood like silent sentinels guarding the harvest. The blue highways connected us to places where time seemed to move differently, slower or even frozen..