Bright lights, party music, and tumbling drunks on the sidewalk of modern civilization can be a cold splash of water to the face after viewing the relaxing, heart-stopping plunge into the wilderness.
Though my butt started to feel slight numbness again, I felt invigorated on our drive to the Grand Canyon. There are miles and miles of land where the only thing that seems to grow are rocks. Boulders as tall as buildings sprout from the ground, and in some places, magically pile on top of each other in precarious ways.
A sweet scent of bread, fried food, and smoke from a grill wafting in the air. I followed my nose to the nearest stand. My stomach was getting that burning, grumbling; if I didn’t eat soon, the rest of my day would be ruined from nauseous hunger.
Read my guest post on My Daily Journal: “Sitting in a coffee shop, nibbling the delicate sweetness of a scone as I inhale the aroma of nutty coffees and floral teas, I smile with relaxation. Lounging near my hubby, loving the simplicity of just relaxing together in a local coffee shop, watching the passers through the large windows as they head to one of our probable destinations – bookstore, wine tasting, restaurant, kitchen shop.”
Sometimes a road trip is just that – a trip on the road with nothing else to do or see but watch the never-ending stretch of grey pavement in front of and behind you.