Pictures of a road trip

Image found at Autos Canada.

Driving into a sunrise of pastel pop art,
school buses putter along foggy fields and
are followed by cartoon green pick-up trucks.

Groundhogs scurry through grassy dew-coated yards.
Mailboxes are filled with daily news papers
of black, white and lots of gray.

Tires spit rain drops onto the road and across the
body of the road ready but smudgy car.

Paper bags filled with breakfast sandwiches, home fries,
napkins and stir sticks. Why so many?
The car is filled with the
familiar smell of road trip food,
shuffled ipod music and our meandering conversation.

Coffee is strong, and the day is open to possibility and potential.
Just like us.
The day, our day, is only beginning.

T.L. Eastman 09'

What is your favorite way to travel? Have you ever taken a road trip? What did the trip entail? Would you travel this way again? What was the best/worst thing about traveling this way?

Comments

Mel said…

Get in the Jeep and go.....

I think we qualify as 'sunday drivers'. *laughing*

We're forever taking a new road to whoknowswhere.....and it's always an adventure.

*happy sigh*

I love county roads and gravel roads and definitely the road less traveled......

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