And so, here we arrive at the eleventh straight month of weekly photo challenges. I’m fast approaching 52 straight weeks of photo challenges…

So, now it’s time to see if my November efforts were profound, perfunctory, or both.

45. Face a Fear

This is a shot from my hike of the Dirty Harry Peak Trail. The fears were ostensibly the cliff I was walking out on, and the wet low visibility drive out there.

I like this shot.

On the one hand, I’m leaning hard on using roadways as a leading line, which is a bit of a thoughtless, easy composition by this point. But, because the road is so windy and reflective, and only really in the bottom 2/3 of a photo dominated by mountains, this adds some complexity to the cliche.

Last weekend I decided to go on a stroll and check out some of the “beaches” along the shores of Lake Washington in Eastern Seattle.

We’ll get there in a bit, but first, excuse me whilst I soapbox. (After all, I’m posting this on Black Friday, and I can’t think of a better day to complain about politics…)

Ohio was dubbed “the hypnotic state” by my friend Jim. As I drove down miles and miles and miles of Ohio interstate, wondering when I’d get to Indiana, I couldn’t help but feel hypnotized by this Buckeye-shaped state’s corn laden US highways…

Backing up for a minute – I do have to say that I found my time in Ohio rewarding. I think I would probably enjoy spending some more time exploring the state.

On a quick passer-through I had to pick and choose my stops, and I daresay I chose wisely… This post covers the first four out of five stops, the last being reserved for its own post.

Before I departed westward, I had spent a long time thinking about different places I could visit on my way. I messaged friends. I got free travel brochures from nearly every state that I could cross through, and soon delighted friends and family with fun facts about Wisconsin’s Rustic Roads, or, say, Ohio’s state fruit. (The tomato!)

When push came to shove, well, I had a fairly detailed plan up until Minnesota. But, it was tricky to balance work, packing, and planning, especially when I wasn’t sure when my car would be ready

My first stop would of course be Pittsburgh, where it soon turned out that the first person I was planning to visit and possibly stay with was in self-quarantine after a potential COVID exposure at a wedding.

With notions of alternate plans and fabulous hipster pizza in mind, I hit the pike – the Pennsylvania Turnpike, to be more precise, and soon rolled into town.

In this post, I’m kicking off a series describing various stops on my way west to Seattle, a journey that took three weeks, spanned 4,400 miles, and crossed 14 U.S. states.

Except, of course, before I could leave, I had to hang out at my parents’ house and pack. Lord knows, we need a blog post specifically devoted to that, right?