One of the unfortunate facts of being a travel writer is that my travels are all too often for work, and all too rarely do I get to hit the road for pleasure. That’s not to say the work trips aren’t fun, but often they are tightly scheduled affairs, when my ideal trip would include no small amount of leisurely uncertainty, unencumbered by flight schedules or activities operators. Call me old fashioned, but I have a particular fondness for the all-American road trip. There’s nothing quite like hitting the backroads with nothing but 10,000 miles worth of waypoints that may or may not get reached.
I should mention that GG and I have long had it in mind to do a proper cross-country adventure. Her being from Israel means she had never seen much of America beyond the East Coast, as evidenced in part by her seriously misguided opinions on what constitutes a “mountain” (in Israel they call any old hill a mountain, so I figure she ought to get to know the real thing). A couple months ago, we had the opportunity to take a test run when we drove from Savannah to San Antonio for a cousin’s wedding. Thus it was that we found ourselves headed westward in the Little Red Hyundai for a whirlwind road trip. First stop, 36 hours in the Big Easy.
Not only did we take it as an opportunity for a little side trip to New Orleans where I ate my fill of the city’s gustatory offerings, like the indescribably good muffaletta from Cochon Butcher, and GG found herself in antiquing paradise when she finagled a behind the scenes tour of M.S. Rau Antiques. But we also managed to eat our weight in BBQ brisket when we detoured through Lockhart and Austin on the way home. The adventure was short, with a rushed ride to get back home to our respective jobs, but it sparked a serious wanderlust, so it didn’t take us long to devise a plan for more.
And here’s where I get to the point. Simultaneous to wishing we could take time (like, at least a month) to do a proper U.S. road trip, we’ve also been going back and forth for a while about how to best execute our wedding, not an easy task since our people are scattered across the world. Shortly after we returned from Texas it kind of clicked mentally. What if we just combine them? Instead of trying to coordinate everyone coming to us, let’s take the trip we always wanted and take the wedding to them in the process.
And so, that’s what’s fixing to go down. For at least a month we’re going vagabonding, living out of our car and crashing with friends and family as we cruise through 10,000 miles of America the Beautiful. The below map is our intended route, though we reserve the right to change it on a whim. There is no schedule, nothing we HAVE to do, except get married, of course. Long live the road trip!