There’s something special about a summer road trip. I think hitting the open road in the summer is in the American DNA; just look at the pioneers or explorers like Lewis and Clark. At least it’s in my DNA.

I just returned from a week-long road trip with my daughter. Despite the two hard days of navigating Los Angeles traffic and the Central Valley where it seemed to grow exponentially hotter at each rest stop, I had a great time! We completed a loop of California, passing through the San Francisco Bay Area, Davis, Auburn, Donner Lake and down the Eastern side of the Sierras with a stop in June Lake and a visit to Devils Postpile National Monument. My daughter pulled over at Earthquake Fault, her favorite Bishop bakery and the Alabama Hills: so cool.  I’ve been to just about every one of those places before, but when you’re road trippin’ it, who cares?

When I was growing up, my family often took off the day after school let out for days of driving. Sometimes we camped. Sometimes we visited six national parks in ten days. Sometimes we drove to Canada and camped. Once, we flew to the east coast, picked up a new car and drove back to California. Another time, we flew to St. Louis, MO, picked up a new car, drove to Canada and back to California. (My dad’s uncle sold cars).

I had to tone down my hard core road trip days when I got married. My husband agreed to drive long distances to one location and actually stay there. I was happy to discover another hard core road tripper in my daughter.

What is it about loading up the car with snacks and stuff and hitting the open road? I don’t know, but maybe I’ll see you on the road sometime.