Last Friday sparked seven restorative days on the road with my husband. Seven days isn’t much time, 1,000 miles out, 1,000 miles back, another 1,000 meandering miles in between. Visiting family in Penticton, B.C. and Lethbridge, Alberta lent direction and purpose, far from burden or obligation we embraced structure, but for predetermined structure we might have driven to Kenora, Ontario.
Road trips are a state of mind, for us unspoken understanding of travel without tidy edges. We don’t care if it takes 6 or 14 hours to get from A to B, the road dictates absolutely no rules (correction – no fast food is a steadfast, unbreakable rule). Hitting the road without urgency is the essence of travel, an expedition of discovery beholden to no one.
For those who know me, a photo of ice cream Notes in Summerland B.C. Taken on road trip day three, when was the last time I looked this relaxed?
Below – road trip gallery starting with a cell phone shot of my pinhole eclipse view in Greenwood B.C., followed by random unstructured glimpses of road trip majesty extracted from my phone, and husband’s camera –
Powerful and wise, the road delivered a better person home. Notes is back, all it took was a road trip to put things right.
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Bloody amazing visuals! You last looked that relaxed…I don’t know when. Road trips become you.
Glad you got a break! :). I’ve only ever seen wheat fields covered in snow out there – it looks lovely in the summertime.
I grew up in the Okanagan, Vancouver has been home for the past 40 years. Before experiencing the Prairies I thought of them as monotonous and bleak – oh man, was I ever wrong! Be it summer or harshest depth of winter, the Prairie sways to inexplicable arias of light.
I love this. So much with so little.
Marvelous. You look as chilled as the ice cream!
Just dawned on me – this is the first time I’ve posted a close up photo of myself. 🙂