There are few times these days that I get so excited to express something: The 10 day road adventure of driving to Boston turned out to be something un-forgettable. Before the trip we were warned, it would get too tiring. Driving for 10 days would get boring and monotonous. Could there have been a more stark contrast! We enjoyed every bit of the 4000 odd miles driven, never for a moment did it feel like we were overdoing it or we did not want to do it. Yes, we were sleep deprived at times, yes we were forced to lunch-brunch-dine on sandwiches and burgers most times, confined to our "house on wheels" all the time, but to hell with it .... nomads we were and like nomads we lived. A week of excesses it was and all the excesses were totally enjoyable. There was a simple, fixed routine to follow the whole week: Check into a hotel late at night, relax, chill, chat etc., catch whatever night sleep you can, get up at 8 in the morning, get ready at 9, have breakfast by 10 and then hit the road. The routine almost sounds monotonous, but the places we went to and through had an amazing diversity: Cities, towns, forests, glaciers, caves, prairies, water falls, 4 presidents etc. for the record. Irony though was that the best time we had was not spent at/in any of those places. The best time we had was the time we spent in the car: We danced, sung, screamed, laughed, partied, talked non-sense, laughed more. The kind of bullshit we talked, all the silly jokes that we made up, cannot be put or explained. Its just that everything was incredible fun.
Now that the trip is over, it feels like a lull after the storm. Terribly miss our life on wheels. Not that I'm complaining though. In fact, this trip has kind of provided a motivation to plan out similar trips in both the shorter and longer term. As one of us aptly said, time's just right to plan another big one!
