A few months ago, my friends and I (who we affectionally call each other G4Ls) took a road trip from Oakland to New Orleans...in a Mini Cooper (who my friend affectionally calls, Minnie).
The purpose of the trip was to help my friends relocate back down South but we turned it into a fun road trip! I mean, with all of us living in different cities across the country, this was a no-brainer.
Growing up, I did road trips all the time when my Grandma and Paw Paw drove down from Ohio to GA to pick up all my cousins for the summer. Back in those days, the van — packed with a TV, DVD player, connects for PlayStation and a backseat that folded down as a bed — had my standard for road trips pretty high.
That wasn't that kind of road trip.
We took turns driving and we each had a buddy who would keep the driver awake. I drove the nightshift with my girl Kitty. The plus side of driving at night was the gentle, quietness of the road. It felt like we were the only ones on Earth. Especially through parts of CA. The stars appeared close enough to pluck from the sky.
The trip was a total of 4 days and we spent most of it on the road. We made stops in Arizona and Texas. There was one day where we drove 24 hours straight!
Speaking of Arizona, I'll tell more about that in Part 2. The beauty of the Little Painted Desert deserves its own post.
In those moments, I understood the preference of road travel vs. air travel. The endless conversations (particularly at night...Kitty and I slept throughout the day) brought me not only closer to my girls, but also myself.