Of all the posts I’ve written while blogging, this one written in the spring of 2004 is my favorite. I’m in the reorganizing mood (Isn’t that what January is all about?) and I want to make sure that all my faves are here on this blog. I’ve tried just importing the blogger posts to Squarespace, but I have formatting that doesn’t always come through right and I can’t have that. I’ll post of those oldies but goodies with their original dating so they won’t show up at the top of the blog, but once in a while, I may post one up here. Like today.
….today the sun is shining. This morning, I’m longing for another road trip.
When the weather gets nice in the spring, I always get a hankering to pop the Eagles into the CD player in my car and hit the road for a long road trip. Not a five hundred mile a day, find your reserved hotel room, swim in the pool, then have supper sort of road trip, but the real thing, when you drive from sunrise until midnight, eat sandwiches from the cooler, sleep in the car, and don’t shower for three days. I’m not sure why I like this sort of trip. It means you arrive at your destination looking like a mess and ready to sleep for 24 hours. It means you get where you’re going with a trunk full of dirty laundry and no clean clothes left in your suitcase. But there’s something about being connected to nothing but what’s inside your own vehicle that brings a refreshing reprieve from everyday life.
I’ve been on many of these hard driving road trips. This was the kind of trip our family took when I was a child. We rarely slept in the car, but each day we pushed for as many miles as possible. When I first got married, we were two students living on one income from the GI bill, but we loved to travel, so we traveled as cheaply as possible. Out west, up north, all in a little dark green Porsche my husband had bought before we met. It was good on gas, but small for sleeping.
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