Reaching the Edge of the Place

Last night I drove to the edge of the continent and had to turn around and head back inland.

I was driving in to Rehoboth Beach to pick up Colleen, who had attended a show at the Rehoboth Summer Children's' Theatre. Rather than try to make what can be a difficult left from Rehoboth Avenue, the resort's main drag, I followed that road to its end at the boardwalk and made the circle around the Rehoboth Bandstand.


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It's a route I've taken hundreds of times in the last twenty years. For some reason, though, last night it felt clearly like I was just reaching the end of the continental US and had to turn around because I could go no farther.

It was startling to see that spot in a different clarity for a moment.