I know a place where no cars go.
This is the Pictures Rocks National Lakeshore on the south end of Lake Superior between Munising and Grand Marais, Michigan. These sandstone cliffs are up to 200 feet off the lake. Natural springs seep through the sandstone and stain the rocks different colors depending on which mineral layers they go through.
A three hour cruise provides the only good view of the cliffs. They are not accessible by car and only serious hikers attempt the trail that runs along the edge.
I was emotionally overwhelmed by all this today. The thing that struck me most of all was how little human presence was visible. Almost every remote place I’ve ever been has signs of human involvement, be it garbage or fire rings or outhouses or two-track roads or garbage cans or remnants of campsites and campfires. But this place is hard to get to easily. There is no graffiti. There is no garbage. There are no parking lots or pop cans. No conveniences. I was half expecting to see some velociraptors running atop the cliffs.
As an added treat a dense fog kept slowly moving in and out to add ethereal beauty and mystery.