Life on the road

“Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in awhile, you could miss it.”

Life on the road moves even faster. It’s already day 7 of our road trip and this is the first chance I’ve had to sit down and write a blog post. I hardly know where to begin. And yes, I did just quote Ferris Bueller. That’s what happens when you’re delirious with travel.

We traversed six states, drove through deserts, over hills and along coastline. We camped under the stars, woke up at 3 a.m. to see the sunrise over the Grand Canyon and somehow managed to go out the same night in Las Vegas. We sat in L.A. traffic, got sunburnt on Venice Beach and later went clubbing in San Luis Obispo. We’ve visited with friends and family along the way. Yesterday, we survived the gorgeous, winding Pacific Coast Highway and made it to San Francisco.

“…[we] suddenly reached a height and saw stretched out ahead of us the fabulous white city of San Francisco on her eleven mystic hills with the blue Pacific and its advancing wall of potato-patch fog beyond, and smoke and goldenness of the late afternoon of time.” – Jack Kerouac

Sunrise at the Grand Canyon
Sunrise at the Grand Canyon

Okay, so maybe our road trip isn’t quite like On the Road, but I’ll take some inspiration from it. Covering this much ground in 16 days is no easy task, which we’re constantly reminded of by people we talk to. But we wouldn’t have it any other way. What better way to enjoy a city to the fullest knowing you only have one day or night in it? Staying somewhere different each night, the car becomes our home. We find comfort there, traveling along our route, absorbing the changing landscape and the beautiful scenery. It’s all new, fast-paced and exciting. The road is what we came to see, everywhere else is merely a stop along the way.

Driving to Joshua Tree on Route 66
Driving to Joshua Tree on Route 66

It’s funny that it took traveling abroad to make me interested in exploring more of the U.S. If you take the time to get out of Texas—it was a long 12-hour day to Santa Fe—you see some pretty amazing things. But what may be one person’s destination is only just a pin on our road map.

“I was halfway across America, at the dividing line between the East of my youth and the West of my future.” – Jack Kerouac

The drive through BIg Sur on Highway 1
The drive through Big Sur on Highway 1

Today we have the day off in San Francisco, so the only driving we’re doing is to visit Google, where Sheridan’s cousin works. I wish I had more time to edit photos, but I’ll post a ton when I can. Until then, we’re updating this Tumblr page with all of our Instagram posts. You can also follow the hashtag #girlsgonewildwest.

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