Ever since my first road trip across the States with K ten years ago, I’ve been drawn to road trips and the great outdoors like a moth to a flame. The never ending road, stretching as far as the eye can see. The beauty of nature and the myriad of colors that can be found in areas untouched by human hands. The sound of silence. The list goes on and on. That first road trip is also when I fell in love with photography.
If you’ve been following me since my old blog, or if you’ve seen my Instagram feed, I’m sure you know my love for road trips by now. You’ve probably already seen the photos in this post, too! (Heck, I even have a Pinterest board dedicated to the road.)
My husband K and I have driven across the States twice, and although we had our share of fights, those trips were worth every second. On our first road trip, we drove from California to Florida with nothing but a simple map. We were fresh out of college and had no money. The second time around, we had a little more money so we were able to afford a car navigation system. After using it, we realized how crazy we were the first time, driving cross-country with nothing but that flimsy map…
So why am I digging up these old photos now, you ask?
Well, the answer is simple: I have the travel bug. Again. I want to escape from reality and drive around with my best friend. No plans, no itinerary. Nothing but a map and a vague route. I know it’ll be ten times as tough with E in tow, but I do hope we can go again someday soon. (What do you say, K?)
“There was nowhere to go but everywhere, so just keep on rolling under the stars.” Jack Kerouac, On the Road