A Tire Swing Story is a bite-sized "imagining" inspired by an object I discover while wandering. It could be a curbside trash gem or a message sprayed on a wall. A lost mitten, or an antique store find. Anything goes. I photograph the object and post them together, the story and its inspiration. There will be a new story every Monday and Wednesday. On Fridays, I'll discuss writing, life, love, and coffee. (In no particular order and maybe all at once.)

Friday, January 14, 2011

Casual Fridays: For the love of the road trip

All photos by The Sassy Lamb
Hi guys, it's Britt.

Here are some things I love about road trips: 

1. The excuse to eat really great crappy food (cheesies for breakfast, anyone?) 
2. Not having to shower/change socks/brush hair for days on end.
3. Singing along with the music on the stereo. (You know you love this too!) 
4. Truck stop diners and random roadside cafes. 
5. A chance to stop and really look around

Road trippin' with my ladies.
The more I learn about the environmental impact of the automobile, the less I can justify road trips. Still, there is something in my heart that yearns for that feeling of being on the road, where anything can (and most likely will), happen.

Breakdown in Calgary. What's a gal to do?
In my experience, road trips most often happen in crappy cars. And crappy cars break down. A lot. Laura and I had so many vehicle breakdowns traveling across the US and Australia a few years ago, that we wrote a song called: "All the Mechanics We've Known."  
 
Road trips are full of the unexpected. And the whole nature of a road trip is to savor the places you are traveling through. How many times have we pulled over to take in a beautiful sunset, or to check out a little town? I've stopped for bears, for kangaroos, for fields of sage or sunflowers. Waterfalls. Weird signs. Statues of dinosaurs. A road trip is permission to act like a child, and to exist in a state of wonder, even for just a little while.

So tell us your best road trip story. Or fantasize about one you always wanted to take. (Feel free to leave your stories here as blog comments.)

"There is no end to the adventures we can have if only we seek them with our eyes open.”  Jawaharial Nehru

A moment of reflection in northern Ontario.

Have an inspired weekend, guys. See you back here on Monday for a new story
Britt 

2 comments:

  1. I think the romance of the open road is somehow a part of human DNA. So I heartily endorse your story, Britt!! I remember a family road trip to the west coast back in... oh, never mind when, because the date is prehistoric... and the time we stopped at the side of the road so my dad could take a photo of buffalo grazing nearby. I don't remember where we were, but it was somewhere in the northern plains of the U.S. - Montana, I think. Anyway, he carefully placed the lens of his camera through the flimsy wire of a "safety" fence and snapped his picture just as the buffalo took notice and decided to check him out. The lens got stuck in the fence. A brief moment of complete panic ensued as he tried to dislodge the camera while the buffalo picked up the pace of their charge! Later, we all had some great laughs about it, and I gained a new respect for my dad's Olympic-calibre running abilities once he wrenched the camera free of the fence! Your blog is awesome, Britt! Keep up the incredible storytelling and "memories-creating"!!

    Stewart

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  2. Wow, Stewart, I'd love to see that buffalo pic. Thanks for sharing your story.

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