I love road trips. There is something about loading up the trunk of the car, packing some snacks and settling in for the drive that makes me long to hit the pavement for our next adventure. I think back of the long road trips I took when I was younger, typically to and from Daytona Beach Florida. I loved falling asleep to the radio and waking up in a new town. I loved getting to weigh in on the best route to take – who in their right mind listens to a 12-year old? I loved the idea that the journey itself was part of the adventure. Maybe that’s why I have such a fondness for road trips. If you are going to be in the car for 5 hours or 25 hours, there is something to be said for the freedom of the open road. Feel like checking out the world’s largest pothole on your way through PA? What’s stopping you? But, if you are flying on that same trip, you are bound by the plane and somebody else’s schedule.
Memories are made in those late nights drives, such as the time by then-boyfriend, now-husband Troy drove to Lake Havasu Arizona. There were about 8 of us, including my best friend Nikki. We ended up telling ghost stories while driving through the Mojave dessert. In fact, I think the stretch we drove down was called “The Devil’s Playground”. It all started when we stopped for directions and the gas station attendant told us we should turn around and go the other direction. I thought the scenario seemed like a plot of a campy movie; one where the attendant would be purposefully telling us the wrong way to go, ensuring that we would get lost in the middle of nowhere and he would be the only one that knew our direction. In any event, it left us some good stories to tell.
Another great road-trip memory was the time Nikki and I drove to Florida for a last-minute vacation. We were waiting tables on random Wednesday night in college and started talking about her recent trip to Destin and how much fun she had. The next thing I knew, we were calling someone to pick up our upcoming shifts and calling a friend for a place to stay. The very next night we were on the road! That spur-of-the-moment type of vacation (which was awesome by the way) can only happen in college and is best suited for a road trip..
As I get older, traveling by plane seems to be the best way to get back in time for work on Monday. Unlike in my younger years, I now have to schedule my vacation around my work, rather than the other way around. But, I still appreciate a good road trip. I hope I my kids grow up with the same appreciation for freedom that only a road-trip can provide.