In summer, my thoughts always turns to road trips. Always. It’s been bred into me; my parents always took two-three weeks off in the summer, packed up the car, picked a direction on the morning we headed out. As an adult, I haven’t had the luxury of doing a road trip every summer, but I have had plenty of chances to travel. And by that I mean getting on an airplane and, often, leaving the country. So, no complaints here.
But road trips are their own beast. (Oh, how close I came just now to saying they are their own vehicle. Gah!) And I find myself reminiscing about old favorites.
Today’s old favorite is our trip to Yellowstone the summer I was pregnant with my daughter, Abby.
Memories like this are exactly the things to be made in the summer. May the road stretch before you, open with endless possibilities. Happy Memorial Day.