Closest Thing To A Road Trip

One favorite (and yes, cliché) summertime activity of mine is the road trip. However, I did not cruise down the Blue Ridge Parkway this year. I did not haul ass across Nebraska as fast as possible because the west coast was beckoning. But, in small slices, I did zip my way through the back roads of my native Western Mass, and the seemingly slightly greener southern Vermont. This year I made a point of opting for the long way around to wherever I had to be. It makes for some fantastic think-time.

Smooth, curving, two-lane roads. Windows down. Music up. There is something just so right about this recipe on a summer day. Cliché...but magical. Magical.