road trip

I headed out with my precious Starbucks PSL and hit the road on a rare, precious Friday vacation day. The changing of the leaves and puffy white clouds in the sky were the beautiful backdrop to some much needed alone time. As podcasts entertained and enlightened me, I gazed at the bold red barns and chipping white paint of the open land. I experienced all the weather from the upper 30’s and rain to 65 and sunny in my 24 hours.
I made it to the top of Granddad Bluff and envied the soaring hawk. And at the bottom stopped for a Spotted Cow, where a local hopped off his barstool to serve me my $3 beer, because the bartender was off buying some cigarettes. I walked along the Mississippi River and saw Amazon delivery drivers with dogs in their front seat, and wondered why don’t they all bring their dogs to work?
I arrived at my destination, to see the fastest NCAA Division III ginger in Wisconsin run cross country.
I slept in a giant king bed, alone; after warming up in the sauna, soaking in the jetted tub and sipping on a glass of wine.
I love how your brain works on roadtrips, I woke up at 4:30am Saturday to drive home and by 8am after I kept seeing signs for Five Guys and was intensely craving a burger, and had to convince myself they weren’t open yet, even though it felt like nearly lunchtime.
I had a lovely, relaxing, 24-hr break. It was just what I needed. Thanks universe for making this happen!