"If with me you'd fondly stray, over the hills and far away." That's what the poets of old used to sing. Come to some secluded place of delight, far from the madding throngs, where we too can be alone with nature, and with God. The fact is, we really can't do that any more. The secluded spots are now much too few and far between. The billboards, the motels, and the smell of hamburger stands now fill the land. Joyce and Kelvin Spurlock are driving along the turnpike, and the most familiar scene is being re-enacted.