Monday, June 28, 2010

I-40: The Ultimate Cross-Country Roadtrip Experience


July 2010
It's official: for 3 full weeks of roadtrip bliss, my husband and I will make our 7th cross-country roadtrip together, traveling up out of the deep, kudzu-covered south, across the flatlands of Texas, through the painted New Mexico desert, over the Rio Grande, into the alpine foothills of central Arizona, out into the barren Mojave Desert and down into the concrete jungle of Los Angeles, CA.

We will wiggle our toes in the Pacific Coast sand after strolling down Santa Monica Pier only to turn around and do it all again. Of course, there will be blissful Bed & Breakfast stops, layovers with family and friends along the way, picnics and gourmet extravaganzas, breathtaking hikes and endless hours to talk, read, breath, unwind and enjoy God's beautiful creation. It's the challenge of seeking a destination without missing anything along the way that I love the most.

We have traveled I-40 before; it is an amazing masterpiece of history, convenience, and adventure. That's why this year, I'm doing something different. I wanted to create a manual, a journal of personal discoveries and favorite moments, to share with other cross-country travelers. Who doesn't love a good story about an amazing roadtrip experience?

Maybe it will inspire others to travel, maybe it will just provide a vicarious journey for someone who isn't able to get away at this time. I look forward to sharing the moments that make this trip memorable!



A Roadtrip


I love the idea of a roadtrip, the opportunity to take a break from life as usual, to get in my car and just keep on going.

I fantasize about it sometimes on the way to work. As the open highway stretches out before me, I flip on the right-hand blinker and slow to make the turn-off to my school--where I teach high school Spanish--and for just a moment, I fight the urge to stay straight, to follow that road up and over the hill....

And then that window of opportunity shuts; the feeling vaporizes as thoughts of my daily responsibilities begin to cloud my vision and draw me back to reality. I park, grab all my gear, and make my way into another day of lessons, discipline, decisions, calming disagreements, offering gentle words of counsel and strong words meant to lead wayward students back, and long sighs of relief when another day is finally over.

But a roadtrip takes me away from all of that. The freedom to go where I want, stop when it pleases me, speak to interesting strangers and soak in the beauty and culture of the land is what I seek every summer. That's why we call it Summer Break; it's an end to daily routines, a beginning for soul-refreshing moments to satisfy a frazzled mind and spirit.