The Joy of the Road Trip

This time, it's a road trip.  No TSA, no keeping other people's schedules, just footloose and fancy-free, as they say.  It's a great way to leave whatever ails or irks you behind.

By the time I drove across a big bridge, I was smiling at river scenes and boat traffic below.  By the second state-line crossing, I was grinning!  Fall foliage in the Poconos is already a searingly beautiful flame color.  Leaves actually sparkle in sunlight.  Once I hit farmlands and the Great Plains, the harvest is almost all in.  Colors of browns, beiges, and evergreen windbreaks surrounding farm buildings - along with brilliant glints of light off silver silos.  (I could do without smelling the cows, however!  A stockyard-full was particularly intense for several miles.)

Now it's the foot of the Rockies.  There's some snow up there, particularly atop what Coloradans call "the Fourteens" - those 14,000 feet and up giants.  Surprisingly, there's less fall color than back East!  Mornings are crisp (to say the least) but the sun is brilliant and downright hot.

Before I left, friends were all in a panic.  They love me dearly, worry about me.  But I've lost count of the number of cross-country road trips I've taken.  This is not even all the way across.  No big deal to me. 

But it made me wonder why so few woman drive solo cross-country, in foreign countries, or wherever it takes more than a day to get where you want to go.  Probably fear, I guess.  Perhaps time constraints.  Definitely the sore butt after driving 500 or 600 miles!

Have you driven long-distance yourself?  If not, why not?

Considering how wonderful road trips are, why not give it a go?

May your road rise to meet you - with freedom and pleasure!
Ann