For the memories, not necessarily the experience. You probably aren’t meant to sit still with the people that know you best in the world for like 4 days straight.
Personally cannot drive but I love sitting in other people’s cars and providing amusement. It’s not the length of the journey that makes it a road trip, it’s the vibes
nothing has ever been more about the journey than the destination. Blasting music, talking about anything and everything, pulling over for random landmarks and dinner at Waffle House.
Give me the entire world through a car window as long as somebody else is driving.
Not like “oh man I’m driving four hours to get to Fernie” road trips but like a
“I’m in the backseat of the family van and it smells like suitcases and I have my favourite pillow scrunched between the cracked leather seat and the windows and I’m staring at those black dots along the windows edge because why are those there? And its also 5:00am in Revelstoke and we’re about to stop at the borderline satirically named ‘La Baguette‘ for breakfast and the sun isn’t fully up but you can see the mountains”
Road trip. You know. One of those!
Digital archives, national archives, old movie tickets and photos, notes app archives, old instagram posts or even a big old warehouse. The idea that anything can be worthy of being remembered is beautiful.