Way out in the country you will find Tranquility Pike. An actual road, it intersects the Southern Ohio Appalachian Highway just outside Athens and (for real!) a town called Coolville. But more importantly, Tranquility Pike is a state of mind.
I gave my son Jay a goodbye squeeze outside Ohio U’s Wray House, jumped in the car and steered onto the Appalachian Highway. This was in May, a couple years ago. My drive would lead to Cincinnati for a visit with my eldest son, Rory.
For fun, I found the campus radio station on the dial. Did the DJ know I needed a good soundtrack for this drive? He must have reached into some dank corner of my mind because he threw on Highway 61 Revisited. And he played the whole album! With Bob Dylan along for the ride, scenic barns, farms and foothills whizzed past while I enjoyed my Perk’s latte. Rustic farmhouses. Hawks glaring from telephone poles. I was the only car on the road for most of the journey … a real treat since my everyday driving is in Chicago. Glorious solitude.
I could have named this blog after another street I encountered that morning … Tater Ridge Rd. Or one I whizzed past a few years ago along upper Ohio's I-80, called Fangboner Rd.
Tranquility Pike. I don’t live there, but I know how it feels.