Clark Griswold stamped into our minds what the great American road trip could be. What it is and what it becomes is unique to you and your fellow passengers. I have had some of the best days of my life riding in a car for too long with my favorite people. I used to have handwritten directions to Destin in the glove box of my first car, a Volkswagen Bug. Now we plug addresses into our phones. Getting lost and getting found is a thing of the past. I used to pull over at gas stations and ask for help.

I am currently sitting in the back of my Jeep, listening to Outlaw Country, typing this on my way to 30A for a girls’ trip. I haven’t been on an airplane in almost two years. The funny thing is I haven’t really cared about going anywhere too far because Florida has been just enough. John and I like sunshine, pulling our boat with us and finding a great dive bar for a beer and oysters. The older I get, the less makeup I want to wear in my off time. I like going places where shoes are optional. At the end of the day, a water view and a sunset suffice this old soul.