Dirt Roads were environmentally friendly. You didn't hop in your car for a quart of milk - you walked to the barn for your milk. For your mail, you walked to the mail box. That was the best part, then you stayed home and had some family time, roasted marshmallows and popped popcorn and pony- rode on Daddy's shoulders and learned how to make prettier quilts than anybody. At the end of Dirt Roads, you soon learned that bad words tasted like soap.
Most paved roads lead to trouble.
Dirt Roads more likely lead to a fishing creek or a swimming hole. At the end of a Dirt Road, the only time we even locked our car was in August, because if we didn't, some neighbor would fill it with too much zucchini. At the end of a Dirt Road, there was always extra springtime income, from when city dudes would get stuck, you'd have to hitch up a team and pull them out. We've found lots of new friends at the end of our dirt roads here in Kenya. God blesses us continually with new relationships and is helping us to grow the ones we already have, though there are big differences at the end of each of our dirt roads.