The Open Road

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.