The east has made me love road trips. I haven't really always hated them (our trips were always fun), but some of my vivid childhood memories of driving hours and hours in the west were mostly filled with hot sun on my face, fighting for space in the van, desert, tumbleweeds, and vomit.
Yes, I was one of those people. It still lingers, but I mostly grew out of my extreme carsickness after my senior year. My family had a whole system built around my motion sickness. Most important was communication. So many times I felt awful, but didn't want to say anything, because it would cause my parents to panic (and I was hoping it would go away), I hated the commotion and attention. But many times, I would wait to long, utter a feeble plea for more air, and then spew all over my sisters backpack. So I would try to voice my discomfort before I felt really awful, which then sent my parents into a panic anyways, but at least I could empty my breakfast on the side of the road, while my brother and sister plugged their ears, nose, and buried their faces in pillows. So there's some lovely morning thoughts for you.
That aside, we left for a lovely road trip this last weekend, off to visit family in Virginia. Our GPS seems to take us the most rural way possible, but I like it. We drove through so many towns and farms, I was snapping semi-blurry pictures from the car the whole time. I love farms. They are beautiful. Bales of hay, cows, horses, barns, I hardly dare to sleep. These road trips are full of wonderful things like impromptu thrift adventures, yard sales, ice cream dives, great music, giggles and great conversations while I sit with my feet on the dash.
This one was one of my favorites so far. More to come, see more pictures here.
There is a marked difference between road trips in the East and the West. There are great things to see in the West, they're just very far apart, where in the East there's something around every bend in the road. You're so smart to appreciate and take advantage of it while you're there. I hope some day you're permanently in the West again.
ReplyDeletethere's something about old abandoned barns and farm houses that I love! These are great pics - especially considering they're taken from a moving car!
ReplyDeletethat grass is incredible!
ReplyDeletexo Alison
Kenz, i just want to tell you that you photos are all so spectacular. You need to enter some in the county fair. I'm sure you'll win! And your road trip memories are fun. One reason we would always freak out, was we never knew if you were "just feeling sick," or about ready to vomit at the last minute. If you would have given us a "stages" indicator, it could have helped. "I'm at a stage 2, feeling queasy." Or, "I'm at stage 5, chunks will now be flowing." But we never knew how close we were to projectiles.
ReplyDeleteI completely understand! I was a mess when I was carsick! I really hated it. thanks for the chunks flowing image, I am now at a stage 2.
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