The open road calls my name. Sometimes I dream about it. Sometimes I just think about how lucky I have been to make the memories that are mine.

The truth is I haven’t gotten nearly as far as I would like. The Pacific Northwest and Alaska are bucket list items. I want to drive Route 66 before there’s nothing left to see. Maine summers and Autumn in Boston sound amazing. There’s so much to see internationally that the list is too long for today and so is the list of US states I still need to get to if I wish to see all fifty in this lifetime. I’m a little more than halfway there. 

The open road has given me so many gifts. Conversations with shop owners along the National Road in small towns and quiet country roads through the Blue Ridge Mountains with no company at all make up some of my happiest memories. 

Desert landscapes like something from an old John Ford movie and manmade trails through old growth forest couldn’t be more different but are breathtaking in their own way. 

And, of course, those roads lead sometimes to trains, boats and biplane rides! 

With one eye on my rearview mirror, I’m always ready to slam on the breaks or or go around the block for whatever unusual thing tugs at me. 

This Jeep isn’t mine but it does look ready for adventure!