American Road Trip

“My lands are where my dead lie buried.” –Crazy Horse

Epic as a word seems to be overused these days, but my brother and I are on what I think is an epic trip. A once in a lifetime trip across the country. Iowa. South Dakota. Montana. Idaho. Utah. Texas. Tennessee. Most of the states in between. We’re seeing as much of this country as we can. I’m taking pictures of the roads, the mountains, state capitals, monuments, signs, rivers, lakes, animals, and us with all of the above. He’s letting me. We’re spending time with my very best friend and her love. With our sister and her buddies. With strangers along the way. At houses and campgrounds, and maybe a hotel or two.  There are things that have surprised me and pleased me, and maybe one or two that have triggered anger or frustration. My brother and I used to beat each other, but now we’re taking care of each other on the road. Trading out driving and sleeping and giving directions. Watching our monies but not wanting to miss out on an adventure.  When I turn 27, I’ll be able to check a few things off of my 26 year old list. I finally made it to Nashville, even if just for a few minutes. And I’ve made it across country. I’ve made another step towards doing what I say I’m going to do. Even if it’s against my Daddy’s wishes and more money than I need to spend.  Even though I could wait until I’m older and have more time to spend. I wanted to see things, and I’m doing that. And I might even be learning a few things while I’m at it.