Roughly 4.4 thousand miles when plotted on a map, my odometer will tell you its more like 6, that’s 1600 miles of random dirt roads, detours and exploring just about anything that caught my eye.

It took me about 5 months of travelling, although a good month and a half was spent stuck fixing my motorcycle. Still, not a bad run.

I was quite enjoying my job in Florida, if not the state itself, but I was once again getting itchy boots so, when an old friend from high school called me up because she was doing a road trip across the country and wanted a second driver it didn’t take that much convincing to get me on a plane to Reno.

Another 6 thousand miles, this time in 30 days the majority of which I wished I was on my bike.

For most people I imagine a 30 day road trip is quite long and in some ways it was we fit an absurd amount of photography in, I took nearly 4k photos (as opposed to the 2.2k I did on the motorcycle trip). In other ways I felt as if I didn’t experience all that much.

Its strange how memory shifts, even now only a little over a month afterwords the memories of being stuffed into a car for hours on end, and getting annoyed with at same company for weeks has started to fade. Hopefully years from now I will be left only with memories of the vast expansive landscapes that seem to shift from one foreign planet to another by the mile.

As for editing photos I still haven’t made it through California 🙁 at least I should have Instagram fodder for years when I finally get through them…

I jumped off the road trip in DC to visit my old boss / family 2 and do a bit of work before heading back to Upstate NY to see the real family for a bit.