If someone asked you, what was your favorite part of America? If you had just one week what would you show someone? Where would you take them? What encapsulated the spirit of the good ole' US of A? My sister and I had this conversation earlier this spring. Our cousin Niina from Finland was staying and working at the lodge my sister runs in California for the summer and when the season ended, we wanted to show her something of the country.
So the conversation went from showing her Michigan, or southern Cali, or NYC. Or maybe just take her to our cabin for the week. Instead we decided we should do something quintessentially and culturally unique: The great American Roadtrip. It has everything: seeing the countryside change and transform right before your eyes, the majesty of nature, the kitch of small towns, the excitement of the cities, the the everyday people you meet on your travels while out finding your way.
We decided with our limited time of only a week, we should not do the standard cross-country east to west; the days worth of cornfields and plains seemed to be too heavy of a burden for so few days. That journey requires 2 weeks to do proper. Instead, we decided to show her the places Triina and I have fallen in love in with the last few years. Triina a now bonafied California hippie girl and me a Pacific Northwest granola (wannabe) hipster; the perfect bridge between us is the Pacific Coast Highway #1: LA to Seattle.
So the adventure is set! I booked a flight to Cali, got a one way rental car, and met Triina and Niina in Ventura (let's be honest, there is nothing to see in LA but swimming pools and movie stars). A fellow naturalist of Triina's let us crash at their new pad since I arrived late after work and we got a good night's sleep before our adventure started. That night we all went to bed with the excitement that only a new odyssey and journey can bring.
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