My favorite things about roadtrips are the mountains.

1.
Stone-column fingers fired
from firm ground,
reaching for something
less stable.
Crumble, crumble. Crash!
Explosions in the rubble.

Cliffs are now bent knees,
elbows, wrists and tails.
Spines spread for miles.
Bare basalt protrudes
from skinned limbs and
torsos, skinned from battles
past. Now,
they relax.

2.
Windmills wave at the gray sky, taunting,
"We've conquered the Columbia River Rock Demons!"