Nothing can help me to understand that America is a country on the wheels better than drive along the long free way across the western part of US – the road that extends endlessly before you.
Along the road, we saw different scenes.
Sometimes, we passed the bridges in mountains (I-8 in Arizona)
Sometimes, we cross another road running to another direction
The mountains are always with us
and sometimes, we are winding in the mountains
The lands are green for some time
and most times, it is dots of greens with yellow lands
Sometimes we pass small villages,
But most times, it is just road after road
We passed deserts
and headed to big cities (Los Angeles)
But among all the differences, the key is, the road is always there, waiting for us to pass.
P.S. Here is the map of the trip.