One of the really neat things about starting this blog is that I can finally mingle with like-minded individuals like myself who consider the open road an old friend, whether they are galavanting around the world or finding unusual places to visit right in their own neighborhood.
Another neat thing about starting this blog is that I also have a chance to remember old roads – roads I’ve traveled and will probably travel again and will probably be writing about them, too, I’m sure. But it’s those old roads you remember that started a lifelong craving to pack up that suitcase and not let the door hit you in the face on the way out.
I have loved to travel ever since my mother decided she was going to hitch up with my step-dad who had just joined the Army and had orders to California. Can you imagine being a seven-year-old kid going to California?
I mean, we’re not talking a state or two away, we’re talking all the way across the country. From the Atlantic to the Pacific, my step-father drove us. Took us a whole week back then, but it was because of that one trip that I knew I was destined to see the world and I wasn’t going to let anyone tell me I couldn’t.
Right now I’m basically keeping my traveling destinations in the U.S., but who knows what the future brings. I’m anxious to get going. My feet are getting antsy and my suitcase is calling my name.
So this is what this blog is about. Or what I’m about depending how you want to look at it.
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