Wednesday, March 18, 2015
Pale Walls of Dreams, Between Myself and All I See
I love road trips. I really love them. I can’t get enough of them. It may have something to do with my childhood. I can't remember taking a single trip in my childhood that involved an airplane. I adore flying, but I love having all the random experiences you have that can only happen on the road.
There is something amazingly wonderful about having the experience of arriving somewhere understanding exactly what it took to get there; seeing the land, interacting with the people at each of your random stops, seeing new cities, exploring the culture outside of your own place of residence, and experiencing the weather in a way that can’t be experienced when you fly to a destination.
There’s also something awe-inspiring about exploring the many different winding roads of my own country. It intrigues me. I find the differences and similarities in the landscape from state to state to be fascinating.
Driving from New Mexico and ending up in North Carolina, eating BBQ in Mississippi along the way—these experiences keep the mind fresh and life interesting. Some of my best travel experiences have been on the road.