Happy Tuesday, y’all. It’s already Table Topic Tuesday time.
Drum roll, please……
This is a fun question. I’ve officially been driving more than half my life. Gulp. So, there were a lot of roads to retrace. Highways, tunnels, bridges, dirt roads, non roads. And there’s a lot of beautiful in my rear view.
There were many miles logged on the Blue Ridge Parkway.
Salt-of-the-earth simple. The biggest quiet you’ll ever hear. Yummiest air you’ll ever breathe.
Now that I’m gone to Carolina in my memory’s lane, let’s go to the South Carolina Low Country. Here, we were lucky locals. We drove down the Battery, but we also biked it, at least once a month. This street is the stuff Southern stories are made of.
“Beautiful” is flexible word, right? I think I can stretch it to cover this guy.
Seeing him means we’re en route to reunite with family or friends.
And I’m always in awe every single time we drive into THE city.
Although my best drive, as a passenger, was in a Tomorrowland Speedway race car. That was a beautiful thing.
Now as a Floridian, I feel like all of Florida is one palm tree-lined postcard. Even my commute is lovely.
And, shocker, I’m going to totally sap out. But there’s one road I’m always the most happy to turn down and that’s the one that goes home.
It’s always paved with promise.
And here’s Lindsay. ( I love this.)
my ft.notes 