There’s something about getting in the car and hitting the open road. Going places known and unknown.
One of my favorite things to do is drive through the western United States.
The mountains, deserts, plateaus, canyons - it’s beautiful and wild.
And my body really seems to respond to a drier climate.
One time I drove through the length of Utah, north to south, on my way to Las Vegas. It was dry, desolate, rugged and kind of otherworldly at times.
At one point I didn’t see anybody on the interstate for about 4 hours. And there weren’t any speed limit signs for miles…
So I pushed on the gas and got up over 100 mph. The road stretched straight, on and on. So I just ripped through it.
After about a minute my car started shaking… haha!
It was asking me to slow down… more like heavily protesting that I slow down… so I did… gradually. I didn’t want to wipe out in the middle of nowhere. Well, at all. But definitely not in the middle of nowhere.
It was fun. And later that night I drove into the Las Vegas valley, greeted by the twinkling lights of a giant glowing city of neon.
That was a whole different experience altogether. Not really my speed. But a friend was getting married and I’m always up for new things.
On my way back from the wedding I stopped by the Grand Canyon. That was a spiritual experience. My soul felt old and new all at the same time.
It is one of those places you have to go see to really experience. I’d seen pictures my whole life… but the sheer scale. The depth and vastness of it… it’s truly awesome.
I love the journey of a road trip. And all the big and little destinations along the way.
I hope I get to go on another one soon.
Bottled water, snacks, a camera, my partner, no kids (haha sorry guys) and the open road.
I’m at home when I’m home but I feel at home when I see the bigger world.