by Kiersten Hallie Krum
I’m in Toronto today, on the tail end of a long weekend mini-break to one of my favorite cities that isn’t New York, London, or Florence. Road trip! It’s deeply cold, as to be expected, but the city is still a jewel to visit. I needed to get out and get away, take a few days in a place where no one could make demands of any nature. No small bit of this need was a jones to break in my brand spanking, new car. I love to drive and dig me a road trip, so February or not, it’s Toronto or bust.
I unexpectedly (thanks Mapquest) took a different route than the last time I made this trip, which took me on some secondary roads for a few hours, weaving around and through sprawls of farmland in upstate New York that looked like a source file for Currier and Ives. It was dusk and the fields looked hushed and waiting and if it hadn’t been 15 degrees outside, I may have pulled over for some pictures. But I didn’t.
I feel a charged glee when I cross over into Canada, that thrill of something new and different, like when I get off a plane in a new city for the first time. It’s such a surreal thought, that I’m in a different country when I just drove to get there. New money. New roads. Words with an extra “u” like a verbal mic drop. The big things don’t change–a Starbucks on every block–but the more intimate differences still charm.
Driving has always represented freedom for me. The opportunity to control where and how you go somewhere; the chance to break out and go when you want to…or don’t. The endless options for new adventures.
Bring me that horizon.
Do you like to road trip? If so, where would you/do you like to drive?
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