
I've always loved long drives. As soon as I got my license, my younger sister and I would go to the gas station to get the biggest fountain drinks they had, turn up the stereo, and drive for hours. We wouldn't stray too far from the places we knew...that was before we had GPS and awesome phones, and honestly, I didn't trust her with a map. Also, you really want to know where you are in eastern Kentucky.
Things have changed, and they haven't. I still love to drive, and I love to get lost. I love that I live in a place that's close to the city, but it's also possible to end up down a dirt road surrounded by decaying tobacco sheds and abandoned farm houses. Instead of my sister, I now drag along my three patient kids. They've gotten really good at spotting things I like to photograph...an old barn in the woods, a horse grazing in an empty field, strange signs, interesting architecture. I pack snacks, and instead of loud music, we usually have an audiobook for entertainment. (They have good taste in music, though, so I can get by with listening to it sometimes.) I feel a little safer going on roads off of roads off of roads I stumble across, having both the GPS and the phone ready (and a road atlas, just in case.)
The part of me that still longs to be an archaeologist desperately wants to explore, to go peer in windows and sneak into the barns. The all of me that is a mom, though, demands I have to quickly hop out of the car, stay beside it, take a fast photo or two, hop back in and go. I tell myself it adds to the adventure.