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 near future.

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 road.

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 treat!