We just returned recently from a twelve day road trip to Colorado. There are so many things I love about a road trip, especially one that goes west.
I love loading up the car with everything we’ll need. We bring supplies for picnicking, car camping, motel staying, and backpacking, just in case. We fill the car with tons of snacks that are not part of our “regular life”, like beef jerky and Doritos and Peppermint Patties and Little Debbies. We bring our road atlas and we have no plan. We make no reservations – we head west and see how far we get.
Now that I have a new iPhone with maps, directions and Siri, we sometimes get help finding lodging a couple of hours down the road, but Siri has a lot of difficulty with the pronunciation of towns like Natchitoches, so we have to sigh with exasperation under our breath – poor Siri just doesn’t get it.
We inevitably run into surprises, like the Cadillac Ranch in Amarillo, Texas.
If you Google “Cadillac Ranch” you’ll see how these partially buried cars have changed in the decades they’ve been here.
There are spray paint cans lying around if you’d like to leave your mark.
We love the wide open spaces and big sunsets from the car.
And quirky places like this old gas station made of petrified wood.
We travel well together. We take our time. My sweetheart drives; I navigate. We are now spoiled with cruise control and XM radio, plus a jack for our iPod. Really living in the lap of luxury!
We stop at Dairy Queen almost daily. It becomes a game – will this town have a Dairy Queen? We break at nearly every rest stop, wandering around picnic areas admiring the wildflowers that grow in even the most parched-looking western soil.We sing in the car. We laugh. On boring flat stretches we use the road atlas to quiz ourselves on the nicknames of all the states – do you know North Dakota? You will never guess…
We’re self-sufficient, and we’re free.