Growing up on the East coast, terrain is not something I have become accustomed to. When I took a scenic road trip in California, I couldn’t help but be baffled by the ever-changing landscape. It seemed like almost every ten minutes on the road, I was looking at something brand new again. It was a spectacular drive that took much longer than it should have because inevitably we pulled the car over every few minutes to snap some photos.
You also never quite know what you’re going to discover on the road. On our drive, we stumbled upon the oldest cabin in the continental US, a farm of windmills, endless mountain ranges, and of course the open road.
It’s always a nice reminder (as trite as it may sound) that sometimes the real goodness of any trip is just the adventure of finding your way.