I love road trips. I especially love road trips when you have a destination, but the waypoints don’t matter. It doesn’t really matter how you get there, how long it takes, or what you do along the way as long as you get there—you know—at some point.
There’s a sense of openness and flexibility with these types of road trips. It’s all so easy-going.
Now take this type of trip by yourself, and your days can be absolutely whatever your heart desires. Stop here—or don’t. Spend an hour along the highway staring at the grazing cows while you eat a surprisingly delicious PBJ. Take a million photos of the mountain vistas. Buy a doughnut. No, buy three doughnuts because you’re alone and no one will know except everyone on Snapchat.
This was me as I drove from Boulder, CO to Jackson Hole, WY last week. I had to sprint up there in order to make it to a conference on time, but the way back was all up to me. And it was great.
I meandered through the Grand Teton National Park for a quick morning excursion. Never have I ever seen a National Park so empty. The few other people I ran into were also riding solo. All of us seemed to slowly roam through the park without any goals or destinations in mind. Most, like me, were likely waiting for the clouds to lift in order to get a view of the Grand. While the clouds always lingered, the sun did peek out from time to time, offering incredible vistas.
While the park was absolutely gorgeous, the drive was the most memorable part of my quick road trip. My jaw dropped with nearly every new view around the bend. The scenery changed rapidly as I drove from Jackson Hole, through the park, then over through Dubois and down through Lander. Who knew Wyoming could be so interesting once you finally pull yourself away from the dreaded I-80?
It already feels like it’s time for my next road trip.
Next up on the agenda: Fruita & Moab, then off to Tennessee, Carolinas, New York, Massachusetts, Maine, and everywhere in between. Pumped doesn’t even begin to describe my feelings for these next few months!