The first road trip with my truck. Yet another childhood dream fulfilled - wandering down the coast, each stop bringing me to the homes of those I love and cherish.
I have experienced few things more lovely than the quiet nest of the truck, filled with my pillows and bed sheets from home, the curtains softly glowing from my flashlight.
Few things have thrilled my soul more than to finally drive the Big Sur Coast myself.
And certainly. There were a couple days of inter-state driving - hot and sweaty in a truck without air conditioning. But it will always be worth it when it gives me access to the humans that I love and the coast-line that is in my blood.
While I have come to learn that I don’t like traveling alone, I soaked up the benefits of solo travel this trip by stopping, backing up to Oregon’s beach cliffs, opening the hatch, curling up in my sleeping bag, and breathing in the deep sea breeze while letting thoughts wander in and out as they pleased.