My best road trips were my 3 cross country bicycle trips - the southern tier, the middle and the northern tier. Most of the time on back country roads but occasionally out west riding on the shoulder of Interstates. Pedaling through the mountains, the flat lands, the desert, along the coast. Spending time with the locals learning about their part of the country and their lives. Seeing wildflowers, miles of sunflowers, horses, mountain goats, buffalo. Hearing the elk at night. Spending months with nothing but what we could carry on our bikes (our best friends). It was a simple life with the only care being where to get water, food and where to spend the night. The stresses of life disappeared. Life slowed down. Boy, do I miss those days.
Love road trips from a Sunday afternoon going where ever to cross country - which I have been fortunate enough to do 3 times. Once on a one month Greyhound Americapass (that is another story) in 1973 and twice more recent. Much of our trips were planned, but always allowed that extra time for the unexpected finds. One such was while in a desolate part of California. Driving by a dilapidated sign pointing down a rather deserted dirt road, to Bodie Ghost Town. So off we went. The road was long and became quite discerning. I half expected to round a bend to see a couple of old buildings with a Clint Eastwood look alike sitting on a porch smoking a cigarette. But, we turned the bend to find a large old gold mining ghost town with a parking lot and other tourists. We came in the back way! It was a wonderful place - left just as the citizens had abandoned it.
Road trip (sort of) to Red Rocks in Colorado to see Get The Led Out (Zep covers). I had never been west of the Mississippi River so this was an eye opener for how huge the United States is. Anyway after the show the band had a meet and greet as was their custom. They were exhausted as this was their first performance there. Incredibly kind to those of us who wanted to speak to them. I'll never forget that trip or that band's fan friendly attitude.
Feeling like both Thelma and Louise but minus Cowboy Brad, I set off on a solo adventure post divorce in 2007 to Sedona. Rented a car at the Phoenix (Spirit Animal!) airport and vividly recall the sparkly alive feeling that buzzed within as I literally lost my breath on first seeing the Sedona horizon in the most incredible sunset I've ever seen. Truly a Vortex of Good for the rest of my life! I was leery of the "vortex" but became a believer on my hikes. I took a particular photo of the rocks where I felt a deep sense of peace and honest to Goodness, when I developed them, there was a crystalline halo above the highest peak. Wowza!
My best road trips were my 3 cross country bicycle trips - the southern tier, the middle and the northern tier. Most of the time on back country roads but occasionally out west riding on the shoulder of Interstates. Pedaling through the mountains, the flat lands, the desert, along the coast. Spending time with the locals learning about their part of the country and their lives. Seeing wildflowers, miles of sunflowers, horses, mountain goats, buffalo. Hearing the elk at night. Spending months with nothing but what we could carry on our bikes (our best friends). It was a simple life with the only care being where to get water, food and where to spend the night. The stresses of life disappeared. Life slowed down. Boy, do I miss those days.
Love road trips from a Sunday afternoon going where ever to cross country - which I have been fortunate enough to do 3 times. Once on a one month Greyhound Americapass (that is another story) in 1973 and twice more recent. Much of our trips were planned, but always allowed that extra time for the unexpected finds. One such was while in a desolate part of California. Driving by a dilapidated sign pointing down a rather deserted dirt road, to Bodie Ghost Town. So off we went. The road was long and became quite discerning. I half expected to round a bend to see a couple of old buildings with a Clint Eastwood look alike sitting on a porch smoking a cigarette. But, we turned the bend to find a large old gold mining ghost town with a parking lot and other tourists. We came in the back way! It was a wonderful place - left just as the citizens had abandoned it.
Road trip (sort of) to Red Rocks in Colorado to see Get The Led Out (Zep covers). I had never been west of the Mississippi River so this was an eye opener for how huge the United States is. Anyway after the show the band had a meet and greet as was their custom. They were exhausted as this was their first performance there. Incredibly kind to those of us who wanted to speak to them. I'll never forget that trip or that band's fan friendly attitude.
Feeling like both Thelma and Louise but minus Cowboy Brad, I set off on a solo adventure post divorce in 2007 to Sedona. Rented a car at the Phoenix (Spirit Animal!) airport and vividly recall the sparkly alive feeling that buzzed within as I literally lost my breath on first seeing the Sedona horizon in the most incredible sunset I've ever seen. Truly a Vortex of Good for the rest of my life! I was leery of the "vortex" but became a believer on my hikes. I took a particular photo of the rocks where I felt a deep sense of peace and honest to Goodness, when I developed them, there was a crystalline halo above the highest peak. Wowza!