What's beyond, of course, is usually more trees, but sometimes there's a river or a mountain; I catch hints of reflected light off snow or water as I drive by.
And then winter comes, the leafy curtain drops, revealing creeks and ponds and even formerly invisible lakes.
|Icy pond behind the bare trunks, still out of reach without waterproof boots and a good hiking stick.|
|Typical highway view, April 2017. Nothing to see here: move along.|
It makes for slow going: I keep pulling off, and walking back down the highway to see what I've missed. I keep looking for wildlife back there, a bear or an elk, a beaver, a herd of deer; you never know.