Dream highway home from Dobra

What a shame we couldn't have stayed another day in Dobra; the morning was utterly perfect. The wind had died down, the sky was cloudless. Still, The Road beckons.

Above: The DK 28 leaving Dobra, on the way to Limanowa. From there DW 965 over the hills towards Bochnia. Shortly after leaving Limanowa, the 965 starts climbing steeply over a mountain pass at Rozdziele. From the road here, on a day like today, the Tatras are clearly visible. We pulled over to the side of the highway to catch this spectacular view (below).


Left: Time to get that long lens on for a good look at the familiar ridges of the Tatras on the Polish side of the border. Those peaks are over 60km (40 miles) away!

The road continues hilly with serpentine windings up and down over two passes (one 538m above sea level, the other one 401m) all the way to Bochnia, after which the landscapes flattens out to that to which we are accustomed in Mazowsze.

Above: The 965 between Bochnia and the Vistula takes on an entirely American 1940s/50s air. This I love. Flat land. Straight road. Hank Williams, Bob Wills, Chuck Higgins, Glen Miller, Frank Sinatra on the car stereo.

Is this not the Texas Panhandle, Oklahoma borders? That eerie sense of familiarity of somewhere it wasn't.

Early afternoon today +18C. Ain't that nice?

"From the town of Lincoln, Nebraska/
With a sawn-off four-ten on my lap/
Through the badlands of Wyoming/
I killed every thing in my path"

Bruce Springsteen, Nebraska