Tomorrow, I’ll head off for a week further south.  This time I’m going by car, and the road beckons.  I’m ‘sitting on my suitcases’ as they say, and ready for a road trip.  I can’t wait.  I’ll tell you all about it in a few weeks, but for now I’ll leave you with the Call of the Road.

It pulls you each morning.  The road calls.  You feel it, you hear it.  It’s warm, it’s sunny and you start to yearn.  You walk to your car.  On the highway you think, ‘This car’s headed in the wrong direction.  I should drive to Newport or Charleston, not work.  If  I just keep going, I can be eating a Stuffie at Flo’s or Fried Green Tomatoes at Vickery’s by 5, whichever exit’s first’.  North, south – it doesn’t matter.  You long to be out on the road.

Is there nothing better than a road trip?  The one you know like the back of your hand, stopping for coffee or lunch at the same places, noticing small changes from year to year?  Or the road first taken – new roads, new scenery, a diner you can’t wait for on the way back as well.  Friendly people, friendly towns, winding roads.

I’ll drive anywhere – not proud or picky or particular.  All road trips are great to me because – you’re going. The drive, the music, the conversation, the stops, even the construction.  The entire World of the Road.  There’s something about being out on the road.  Always something interesting, beautiful, surprising along the way.

Does the road call to you as well?  Tell us about it.  We’re travelers, and we’re interested.  We’d like to hear.