The Only Way to Scratch an Itch...

Once you get it under your skin, there's almost no way to get rid of it. The stretch of gray and yellow calls to you from any state, any province, at nearly any time of year. There are towns to be discovered, people to meet, foreign beds on which to rest your head...

My husband and I are natural nomads- he an air force brat accustomed to bi-yearly moves, me the child of self-employed parents who just couldn't sit still. Whereas some kids who grow up like that move into a house and never move again, we caught the bug to keep moving and haven't found any inoculation for it.

We've moved over a dozen times in our eleven years of marriage, and traveled as often as we have the chance to, which isn't really enough!

When a wedding invite came from a dear friend in Tucson, I was sharply reminded of the golden desert, the sapphire skies, and the alien land. I hadn't seen this friend in 13 years, and although it seemed slightly crazy to just hop in the car to attend her wedding, the call of the desert and the road was almost too strong. When we looked at the map and saw that we could visit a few people on the way, it just became a reality.

So here we are, on the road, enjoying the great land that is America. We're going to throw a few posts up as we travel, and we'll post a map route once we figure out how to make one that looks good and loads well.

Labels: road trip, travel