A Texan measures distance in hours, not miles.
In late June, Frankie and I packed up the car and headed west on our third annual roadtrip to LA to visit family and friends. Each time, I've made the 2-day trek solo, which seems to confuse some people. Despite what they think, there are lots of great reasons to travel/roadtrip solo. And as a single lady, sometimes you can't wait around for the right time and travel-partner-in-crime.
The road calls and you must answer.
Growing up in Texas, the youngest in a veteran roadtripping family, I have a fondness for the bittersweet nature of the long drive. It takes Texans a while to get anywhere around the state, which is why we tend to measure distance by hours, not miles. Many curse the trek across the miles and miles of Texas roads.
But I love the drive.
The stillness of dawn.
The way the land slowly flattens out from the hill country outside Austin to the wide open spaces of west Texas.
The picnics at rest stops.
The little roadside attractions.
The way Frankie curls up next to me.
The lull and sway of the road.
The genius, beauty, and simplicity of cruise control.
The knowing glances and synchronized back-stretching from other road-weary travelers at rest stops.
The mundane stretches of nothingness.
The freedom to stop whenever and wherever I want and as many times as my heart (or bladder) desires.
The simple, yet healing powers of having the windows down and the music up.
The giddiness when you cross another state line.
The relief when you get to your destination.
The good fortune of making it without getting a ticket.
The gratitude of my privilege to travel and explore.
The inevitable daydreaming of living on the road.
The comfort of returning home.
The sense of accomplishment in doing it all by myself.
The highs and the lows. I love it all.
These are just a few of my faves from the journey to LA and camping in the Sierras. Hope to have more images posted soon. (But let's be real, it'll probably be a while.)