'Road trips: where the GPS says straight forever!'

The lookout offered a commanding view of the landscape below—a ribbon of asphalt carving its way through the green expanse like a deliberate stroke on a canvas. To one side stretched the calm waters of Pelican Lagoon, its surface reflecting patches of sunlight like scattered coins. Beyond that, sand dunes shimmered faintly under the afternoon light. The road seemed endless from this vantage point, a quiet promise of solitude to anyone willing to follow it. I lingered there longer than I had planned, letting the stillness seep in. A few birds circled lazily overhead, their cries distant but sharp enough to remind me that this island was alive in ways I couldn’t yet see.