Jeff and I went on a road trip back in September and I’m finally digging through and getting all the photos organized. We left town so he could go play music with a band called Lux Interna at this neo-folk sort of festival in Tahoe. We decided against flying and opted to spend some time together in the car, hoping to find out more about each other and enjoy seeing the American west together.
We traveled through Colorado and Wyoming and stopped to have dinner at a sushi restaurant in Utah. Sushi in Utah? I know, but it was one of the best meals of our relationship. Have you ever had one of those meals where you’re both crying at the dinner table and smiling and holding hands because you’ve just worked through some really hard issue with another human and you just don’t know how to handle it? Maybe we’re just weird. We’re probably really weird. But we briefly sat in Salt Lake and continued to drive through the night.
Jeff woke me up somewhere between Utah and Nevada, singing as loud as he could with the window down. It was glorious and beautiful and just about time to catch a few hours of sleep. We got to a small town in Nevada called Wells and pulled off the highway to search for a room.
Not being on tour means finding the cheapest places we can stay in. Motel 6 was the perfect option. We arrived well into the middle of the night but decided to explore this tiny town in the dark. We went past a casino and semi-trucks, an abandoned gas station and a shady little strip motel.
It’s funny how some of the best and most surreal moments of your life can happen on road trips. I’ve only been on a few, but each one has vastly impacted me and my relationships. Nothing quite like the open road and being stuck with someone in a small vehicle with only a few snacks and playlists to buffer the reality of each individual.