And eye spy, and slug bug, and counting road kill, and singing along to the radio, and audio books, and conversation. *SHUDDER*
She is.
Good luck, brave adventurers.
If you’re road-tripping across America, You. Will. Be. Stunned. The best views were of the Cascades in Washington, mountain lakes in Idaho, Montana sky, North Dakota’s Painted Canyon, Lake Erie and Upstate New York.
If they don’t all fit in a single grocery bag, you’re bringing too many.
And here I’ve been, feeding myself all these years like a sucker.
“Pull. Ove– Bllleeeeaaaarrrggghh!”
Fortunately that false sense of security GPS lulls us into can easily be replaced with panic and maps.
I’m not advocating any Led Zeppelin-style hotel shenanigans here (though my hat’s off to you if that’s your M.O.), but who doesn’t feel a little smug knowing they don’t have to clean up after themselves?
Yep, that snoring, smelly, blanket-stealing lump is your one and only. That, my lovelies, “is Amore.”
“Ooooh! Is that a stag beetle?”
No matter how tight your planning game is, getting from point A to point B always takes longer than expected. Stress not, dear ones. Just enjoy it and love the adventure for what it is.
Do you ever find yourself going 40 mph in a 65 then refusing to actually merge onto the interstate? Are you too busy texting and drinking your Big Gulp to engage the turn signal? Do you enjoy following too close, then passing on the right? If so, you just may be a shitty driver. And we hate you.
The tears came right about the time we crossed over into Illinos, and didn’t stop till we arrived in Boston. West Coast, we miss you already. 