18 Days and 4400 Miles

Snack belly and trucker butt.
I took off at 4:00AM and didn’t return until I had seen Albuquerque, Boulder, Bozman, Vancouver, Washougal, Eugene, Sebastopol, Las Vegas, and Prescott. Not to mention a whole lot of space and places in between.
In my trusty Toyota Corolla, armed with a full tank of gas, 23 CDs and bags full of snacks, I hit to road purring.
I blasted out of Flagstaff fearless and unhindered.
Bombed into New Mexico to stretch my legs and fill up.
Zoomed over the mountain pass and lingered in Colorado for three days.
Soaking up the company of good friends and new ones alike.
Meandered through the sky of Wyoming and up to the beauty that is Montana.
Marinated in the hot springs and great weather.
Then through hell, also known as Eastern Washington and crossed the border into Canada.
Vancouver exudes Europe with the English language.
A beautiful and fascinating city. Missed them before I even left. I love you.
Down into the mouth of the gorge and dance. I need to dance. A lot.
Through the Redwood Forest, turned the corner, Sasquatch! Huge trees! And the ocean!
Beautiful.
Quenched my thirst in Napa Valley with more hot springs, fabulous wine, perfect company and fulfilling, better then chocolate cake conversation.
Then slammed myself back into the Mojave desert, with a near heart attach and heat stroke.
Survived enough to drench myself in one more visit with friends and house pets.
Hopped back in the wheels for a ride back to the heart, to the people that mean the world to me.
Hit the ground running today. Work, house, life.
Perfect would be the best description for this adventure. Perfect in every way. People, places, and road weather.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart. I am so blessed to know you all. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Smiles and Laughs to remember to always.