Early in my life I wouldn’t consider myself “well-traveled”, but my perspective of travel changed after a trip to Spain with Andrea. Despite initial fears, the experience transformed me. Now, travel, though stressful, is an important part of my life.
As I sat on a North Carolina beach in the late afternoon, a small scene unfolded around me. It was mundane and probably not very memorable to most. However, the Fisher, a Couple, the Coast and the Queen all caught my eye.
Yosemite is nothing short of a religious experience.
Small picas, giant bison and so many animals in between. Friendly, curious, and funny, these creatures were just as majestic as the lands they live in.
Like many before us, Ben and I discovered the magic Of being on the road and seeing this great country with our own eyes.
Bryce Canyon was such an unexpected surprise. It’s beauty and contrasts left me feeling like I was walking through a grand cathedral.
I dreamed of being back at the Grand Canyon. I never dreamed how perfect it would be.
We did not know where we would sleep that night; my seat was starting to feel the miles, and we were a gas burning terror to any reasonable environmental cause, but Ventura Highway by America played on the radio. We had candy, snacks, and coffee from one of the beacon-like gas stations that were like oases on the long, quiet stretches, and we just sat happily and watched the United States roll past our windows.
Splashing back through time.
OBX: A Highway Runs Through It…NC Highway 12 and the paradise that surrounds it.
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