Twenty-one years ago, I moved from Washington State down to southeast Texas to be with my aging parents. Found a job, found a nice (but old) apartment right next door to my parents, got really involved in photography and did a fair amount of traveling to see and photograph many neat things, thanks to the salary from that job.
I never really felt like Texas was home, though. I was born in Montana; I’m a mountain gal. I told Mom and Dad when I moved that I would never spend the rest of my life in Texas and ultimately, I would move back to the mountains.
In 2 days, I’ll be hitting the open road from southeast Texas *back* to Washington State. I’m done with Texas. And I’m pretty certain Texas is done with me; I am not a Texan.
My home is packed except for a few items that I’ll box up before the movers arrive. I’ve scheduled all the disconnects. I will have to return my ATT internet equipment (insert sad-face emoji). I need to run a few other errands. But, I’m ready! My cameras are ready! My car is ready – well, it should be ready after a tuneup, replacement of some things, new tires, and a new windshield (don’t ask, it’s one of those unforeseen things that happened the other day).
I have a road trip itinerary mapped that will take me almost 4 weeks to complete (provided nothing unforeseen occurs). It will be like the 4-week vacations my family used to take in the camper every summer when I was a little girl. I’m stopping at national parks I’ve never visited and a national park I have visited. I’ll be seeing a couple of friends along the way, as well. I’m calling this Becky’s Big Road Trip.
I’ll be taking you all along with me via my photos, so stay tuned.