I want to go on a road trip. I've spent quite a
few hours this month with the humming sound of tires kissing tarmac, buzzing in
my brain. All this travelling has stirred up my long dormant obsession with
packing a bag and hitting the open road.
The obsession started young. My brother and
sister and I spent a ridiculous amount of our youth, rattling around in our
family's camper while our parents crisscrossed Canada in search of the perfect
trout stream. This was actually where my obsession with card games began as
well. We must have played thousands upon thousands of hands of Crazy 8s to pass
the hours and keep ourselves from annihilating one another. And when I say annhilate, I mean it; in the way that
only young siblings locked in a tiny, rocking room with nothing else to do, are
capable of. Most days, that camper was basically an Octagon on wheels. Cards
kept us sane and relatively unbloodied.
Yes, I was a hillbilly. You're allowed to laugh.
Now as a grown up (and only one technically by age) with my own
driver's seat, I've been itching to set off on an adventure. Driving up to San
Jose for the Bay 101 really kicked the dust off of this idea. I was actually
planning to do a little trip up to Oregon or something once I busted - you
know, just keep driving - but I managed to get sick while I was there
and there's nothing more miserable than having to drive ill. So sadly (very
sadly) I pointed my car home and promised myself that a road trip was in my
Last weekend, 3 of my girlfriends and I drove to
Vegas to celebrate one of their birthdays. We chose the back route up through
the Mojave Preserve so it took us a couple of extra hours but it was
so worth it. It gave us more time to talk and catch up but also the scenery was
incredible. Did you know there's a VOLCANO there? And crazy rock formations.
And a ghost town. And an old Train. And giant statues of dinosaurs FOR NO REASON.
This is why I love road tripping. I can't help
myself. Show me a giant-sized tacky statue of something and I fall in love with
it. Take me to a truck stop diner with an amazing fried breakfast special and I
will want to marry the cook, perm my hair, change my name to Sheila and wait
tables forever. Or more likely for about 5 minutes and then I just really want to see what else is down the
So this summer if there's time during the WSOP
madness, I'm going to hit the road and just see what I can see. I'm sure I'll
be posting way too many photos of it on Twitter (@KaraOTR) so if blurry shots
of trees taken from the inside of a moving car are your thing, you're in for a