All motorways look the same from the driver’s seat, I guess.
It is the passenger who has the luxury of appreciating the beauty around it, even if it is limited to two mountains apparently lowering their heights to allow human and animal inhabitants of two valleys passage between the two.

In other times those passages where the only places where roads or paths could be built between mountains, means of communications where the things needed for life could travel – food, goods for clothing and warmth. Choosing between a passage over another becuase it would save one or two days of journey.

Now we have the motorways.