Traveling means we meet new people. We also get to try being different people. And different to people. some of those good things about the road. Just recalling the taste of ice cream after a very long day in the sun. slight burn, low on gas, talking to the register lady, who had lived here years and knows everything for 20 miles, but little beyond that. She talked, but was just letting the strangers pass thru. Then I tell a small joke, and she smiles. Then we get to know a nice place to photograph. A place her husband fished at, until the fishing ended.