I’d started dreaming of the desert, having grown up mostly on the East Coast and right smack dab in the middle of Oklahoma I longed for something different.
All tagged Road Trip
I’d started dreaming of the desert, having grown up mostly on the East Coast and right smack dab in the middle of Oklahoma I longed for something different.
I loved the colors and textures. There are giant petrified logs everywhere, some of them huge, broken into sections or tumbled together.
I've always wanted to see Death Valley; always, like forever and universes long, something that has and will always be there.
We stood at the edge of the lake, clouds moving over the sun, the light coming and going, shimmering on the water.
There's something about the change in seasons that makes me want to take road trips, to bundle up in the car and just pick a direction and drive until the scenery is different.
This was our last cemetery stop on our trip in New Orleans and it turned out to be my favorite.
Dallas seems to be a city we end up in a lot. Usually we're passing through, on our way to or from some place else, places down dirt roads and hiking trails. But this time we set it as our destination and took the scenic way down.
THERE MUST BE QUITE A FEW THINGS THAT A HOT BATH WON’T CURE, BUT I DON’T KNOW MANY OF THEM.
— SYLVIA PLATH