Road Trips. Love Them.

Utah's so beautiful, in a wild, desolate kind of way...

It sucks the reason we’re driving to Las Vegas (my husband’s father’s sick), but oh, do I ever love to go on long drives. I’ve done this particular drive a lot, too, as it’s how I used to get to and from visiting my parents when I lived in Southern California. Out of Colorado on I-70, then hours and hours in the wilds of Utah…there are two 100-mile stretches right off the bat of nothingness, no gas, no towns, no cell phone service. The rock formations and the desert are covered with snow right now and very beautiful. The roads were good and the sun was out. We turned up the stereo and sang along to songs from the 70s and 80s—Funkytown, Eye of the Tiger, I Will Survive. We stopped for sandwiches at the I-15 junction in a place with enormous deer and elk heads (hunting trophies) all over the walls. Poor animals, but the hunting trophy thing is so iconic and Western, it made me smile. And then coming into Vegas they were doing training exercises out of Nellis Air Force Base, we opened the sunroof, got to see fighter planes up close. Don’t know why, but I love watching those planes. My husband and I always have good, deep, big-picture conversations when we’re driving, too.

Good drive. Fun drive.