The open road sets the scene for the ultimate American adventure. Pioneers ventured through vast plains to reach California’s blue waters in the 1800s; hippies drove back from California to Louisiana on motorcycles in the 1960s. Restless young adults today drive on personal quests to Colorado and Washington.
At the risk of sounding cheesy, the American highway—be it the I-40, I-80, I-10 or any of the others—takes you on as much of a spiritual journey as it does a physical one.
But let’s be honest: Cross-country road tripping, especially if you are going it alone, can be mind-numbingly boring—like “I’m going to go insane if I have to look at the road for one more second” boring.
This is why the “spiritual journey” that road trippers most often share in common are the “five stages of grief.”
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