Road Trip Redux
This is the blog I actually meant to write, based on danae’s blog, which you can find here.
I love travel, as I said.
I am also quite fond of road travel, because there’s so much freedom.
If a plane is delayed, you’re stuck. You can’t change your plans and you’re also at their mercy.
With a car trip, you can take side trips, eat when you want, stop when you like, control your own destiny.
Imagine how much better I like that.
One of the other benefits is exactly what danae’s post mentions, the long conversations they allow.
I love the kind of questions that spur one of those long, rambling conversations, that genuinely give you insight into someone’s life.
I remember one long conversation across the Midwest spurred by the casual question, “What was your favorite toy as a kid?”
I’ve also learned much of what I know about the Civil War and what I know beyond the basics of the two World Wars during trips spent with drew.
I can say, for example, “Who were the four best generals of the Confederacy?,” or “What was the single most important battle in WWII?”
Without hesitation, he will launch into a well-reasoned and genuinely interesting of that topic.
slave drew also LOVES maps. Give him a map and he’s happy. He’ll spend hours pouring over the map, sharing facts like which National Park is larger than which other National Park, or which National Seashore is the one where a particular species of tern winter.
We stop at odd little places. Eagle nesting grounds and where the sea lions gather. Sweet little towns that are out of the way and off the beaten path.
We drive around the town square and talk about the other towns of which we are reminded, how this square looks a little bit like that one, and remember that sweet little town where we had that fabulous lunch.
I would guess that I have probably traveled something beginning to approach a half million miles. I know how many miles I have put on cars over the years, and how many cars were involved.
I’ve driven cross country, from Kentucky to Nevada, at least three times, maybe four.
Beth and I made more trips between Kentucky and New York than I can, or want, to remember.
Beth was, of course, afraid of flying, so we drove.
Since I started going to and presenting at events, too, I’ve driven to other events, too, sometimes with unexpected companions, beyond drew and thomas.
I’ve traveled with Ms Tammy a fair amount, and some with Ms Kendra.
I’ve traveled with Kenny and Josh and Cerrin. I’ve traveled, long ago, with Master Larry and slave beverly.
I’ve traveled with my friend Deb, and John and marsha, and a host of submissive men who were serving me.
I’ve traveled alone, too, countless trips to Cincy and Indy and Lexington.
I drove to Dallas and back alone in March.
slave drew’s house is just under 200 miles one way, so jaunts down there are a bit more than a cross-town trip, and I often go alone.
I had a job once that had a commute of about 45 minutes one day. I didn’t love it, but I did find that I did a lot of thinking on those solitary trips.
If I have something to chew over, a decision to make, a path to follow or leave, I don’t mind a long trip.
Before heading on a longish trip, I like having a few things that I do need to think over, things that I need to decide about. I might want to think through my upcoming contest, or consider moving forward with another project, if I should and the best way to do it.
If you like books about road trips, I’ll recommend my favorite, Blue Highways. It’s by William Least Heat Moon, who was actually one of Beth’s professors in college.
His father was Heat Moon, his brother was Little Heat Moon so he, of course, was Least Heat Moon.
He called it Blue Highways because that’s what he traveled, the Blue Highways on the map, and visited places like Dime Box, Texas, and Nameless, Kentucky.
Isn’t it time for another road trip soon?