I’ve never really been on what I imagine a “true” road trip is.
When I think of a road trip, I picture driving across multiple states, stopping in small towns, finding strange roadside attractions, trying local food, and exploring places you never planned to see. It feels less about the destination and more about the experience of moving through different places and moments along the way.
The closest I’ve come to that was when I was younger and my family would drive to Florida to visit my oldest sister. Those trips were long, and we usually stopped overnight at a hotel somewhere in between, but we never really explored the places we passed through. The hotel was just a place to sleep before getting back on the road again.
So if I were planning the “perfect” road trip now, I think I’d want it to be slower. I’d want to actually stop and experience the places along the way instead of rushing through them. I’d want late-night gas station snacks, music playing too loudly, random photo stops, tiny diners, sunsets from unfamiliar roads, and memories that happen unexpectedly rather than perfectly planned.
Maybe the perfect road trip isn’t about having the best route at all. Maybe it’s about giving yourself enough time to wander a little.
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