Above: one of my favorite places on earth. A little waterfall and creek in British Columbia, Canada. Right now, just by looking at this picture, I can hear the water and smell the fresh earth. I've gone to this same spot only a small handful of times in my life and each time it means so much more to me. There are fewer and fewer of us each time I go and who knows, maybe next time I'll take a little jaunt to this spot by myself. It's a bittersweet place for me and one that I'll always cherish.
Below: Mom looking adorable behind the wheel in her mustang. Posterity won over photoshop and so my mug remains too ; )
Last April, my Mom and I drove across the country. We of course took Eleanor, her beautiful mustang convertible. The top didn't come down too often on that trip, but we still managed to turn a few heads ; ) We ate egg salad sandwiches for breakfast in keeping with the homemade sandwich tradition on family road trips, though we did manage to sneak in a little junk food as well without my sweet Grams along for the ride ; ) This was not our first roadtrip to our particular destination: Beautiful British Columbia, but it was our first roadtrip all the way from here to there, just the two of us. We listened to a lot of music and books, and Mom fell in love with Nick Drake. I think I did all over again too. We stopped when our coffee ran out or got cold, when one of us had to pee or when we needed gas, whichever came first. When we made our final rest stop for the night in Montana, we drank wine out of plastic cups and played cards with the deck we bought at the front desk.
The only thing about this trip is that it did not feel like a vacation. We were on our way out there to see my uncle, who had just had a heart attack. He was doing extremely well, but it seemed to come out of nowhere and took our breath away. As we drove, we spoke about it a little, but I know we both had a lot of our own silent moments just wondering what all of it meant. Mom is extremely close to her brother and managed to keep her happy face on the whole way as usual, but I could still feel her anxiety.
I didn't really digest this trip very well when I got home. I didn't really even go back through my photos from this trip until just this week. I sort of set this trip down and took a deep breath when I got home. We had made our way back from a journey where neither of us had an idea of what to expect. Now I can sit back and reflect a little more on all of this, and how grateful I am to have made this trip with my Mom. Through my photos, I see all of the beauty that was there the whole way, with North Dakota being of course the only exception ; ) But really there was inspiration the whole way through. So, I'll be sharing a few more moments from this surreal trip, even if it has already been a year.