It’s hard to find something to say about roadtrips that hasn’t already been written about, ad infinitum. A quintessentially American notion, hitting the open road captures the yearning for freedom in a way cannot translate to virtually any other mode of transportation. I can’t think of any great travel stories that start with making sure all of your 3 ounce liquids are in little baggies. (I’d detail my growing disdain for the deteriorating experience that the modern flying public endures… but I don’t want this to devolve into a bad 90’s standup routine… “I just flew in from Newark, and boy are my arms tired!”)

If you’re curious of the route - here you go!

Eastbound:

Westbound:

More to come!