One of the things that I don't like so much about Los Angeles is the traffic. It makes me ancy and itchy, and when I'm stuck in it, I start daydreamin about giving away all my worldly possession and living life as a hermit in the wilderness. Or participating in a Waldenesqe type experiment via my blog. But would maintaining a blog be anti-Walden? I don't know. Maybe the blog writing wouldn't be so bad, but I'm sure I'd be using the Internet to order shoes and purses too (and then I would be kicked out of the Walden club).
But hating traffic doesn't mean I hate driving, I actually like to drive. So getting out on those country roads with next to no cars on the road was amazing. I meandered through tee-niney Southern towns (Strong, Arkansas, wasn't even the smallest town guys, I drove through a town that had a population of 197!) I listened to my audio book Man-Hunt (about the assassination of Lincoln and the hunt for John Wilkes Booth, I'm such a history nerd). Grabbed Route-44 Cherry Limeades from Sonic. And stopped to take some pictures periodically, which most likely made me look like an idiot to the passer-bys. Not that I really cared.
Although the trip back to Texas wasn't as fun, since I got caught in a down pour, and I had to pull over for 30 minutes because I couldn't see the road, and I kept hydro-planing. And yet even that was better than sitting in traffic.
Song of the Day: Burning Bridges by Chris Pureka
I know what you mean about those small towns! I used to live in Mississippi and have been to Texarkana many times! There is something nice about driving down those empty roads...except if you need to go to the bathroom!
ReplyDeleteGreat photos! And great road trip.
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Love the pictures!! Seriously girl - making me miss the South way too much.
ReplyDeleteGlad you had fun!!