Highway Baby!!!

My mom loved the open road--North, South, it didn't matter.  She didn't need a map because she was the map.  No GPS, no Google directions, just her instincts and confidence.  She'd always remind me, "Know where you are, because getting lost isn't an option."

Her favorite time to drive was at night.  She'd pile all four of us into the car, roll the windows down, and hit the highway.  You'd hear her say, "Let's go before Smokey Bear get out here," talking about the highway patrol, and we'd all laugh.  Those drives weren't just road trips--they were life lessons.  She taught me independence, awareness, and the beauty of the journey itself.

Even now, I still prefer driving at night when I travel.  There's something peaceful about the open road, the hum of the tires, and the memories of her voice guiding me.

Have you ever traveled like that--without a map, just trusting yourself to find the way? Do you prefer traveling during the day or under the stars like my mom did? I'd love to hear your stories.