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Mike’s recent post on road trips got me thinking about my vacation a few summers ago with my husband and daughter. We hopped in the car and took off for territories unknown (at least to us) in Nevada, Utah, Idaho, Montana, and Wyoming.
Some of the roads on the way up to Glacier National Park were under construction and we hit quite a few long stretches of loose-gravel detours. They weren’t very comfortable to drive on but both my husband and daughter remarked that the crunch of tires on gravel was one of their favorite sounds. They couldn’t explain why–they just liked it.
I’ve always been partial to the blare of train horns. Not train whistles, although that seems a more romantic notion, but the horns that diesel locomotives are equipped with. Apparently, I’m not the only one: http://www.dieselairhorns.com/sounds.html. I think it’s because when I was a child, I would hear that sound in the distance whenever I stayed at my grandmother’s house. I’d hear some horn sounding off late at night and I would picture people going places–maybe even exotic places–while I was snug in my bed. It was what first made me realize that the world kept on going at all hours, even though I was heading off to dreamland. To this day whenever I hear a train horn, I pause and take a moment to enjoy those memories.
So what’s your favorite sound? The ring of the school bell signaling the end of a boring class? A babbling brook in a shaded glen? How about bacon sizzling in the pan? Leave a comment below and let me know.
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