Halfway Home

The drive between St. Louis and Kansas City is part of my routine.

Aside from crashes and construction, it’s possible to motor along just above the speed limit. Even though I-70 needs to be widened, it’s not the worst drive one could make.

I try not to be in a hurry when I’m heading west toward Kansas City. I can’t think of a time in which I didn’t build in time for at least one stop.

Coming home is another story.

As I motor east, there’s an ongoing conflict of my will to get home with the realities of middle age plumbing.

Even though it’s easy to pinpoint my exact location using fixed points of reference or the crutch that is GPS, I tend to fixate on certain locations.

This bridge over the Missouri River, just west of Columbia, is where I usually make my decision whether to stop or press on.

When I took this picture last month, I had been so deep in an audiobook I forgot that I was hungry and a little tired. The sight of the bridge snapped me back to reality.

This time I stopped for some lunch. Next time, who knows?

About the author: I am Stephen Kennedy, an experienced photographer with more than 2500 completed sessions in all 50 US states.

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