When I think road trip I think Bob Seger. A Harley driving down a straight road that seems to go all the way to the horizon. Peaks seem to dot the horizon beckoning you to come climb them. You may be alone or you may be riding with your closest friends. Friends you have had since highschool. This is the time you all have dreamed. The air pushes on your chest as you throttle up making your muffler scream. There is no destination only where you have been. Road trips are the base desire to leave the comfort of your own home and explore something you have only dreamed of. It is a time of growth. A true road trip cannot be planned; it must be experienced as something as wild as your passion. Each day you wake up and look at which direction to go…North, calling the passions of those who dare the road less traveled, South, Calling for those who want something and untraveled, West, Land of new adventures and sunsets, and East, Where you find you can go back in time and explore your roots. My road trip took me to Idaho. A state I had only crossed before, but never gave it much credence. A few days before I had met my new cousin, a little girl just was coming into this world. Instead of heading back to my home, 800 miles away, I stowed away my camping gear and made sure I had a loaf of bread and some peanut butter and jelly. I traveled North towards Idaho, a place few have a calling. I wanted to experience what middle America had to offer. To understand what it meant to be American. Expecting cul-de-sacs with 10 year old boys playing street baseball I set off. What I found was far different. As I drove into Idaho I found Amish farmers on wagons, farming equipment sitting in lawns, and American History. Reading historical markers seems to be my thing. I found where Bingham Young called home for a few years, the only battle in Idaho during the Civil War, and a hotel that had the names of every guest for the past 120 years. Each day I woke up with no ambitions or expectations. Just the continuation of where the road would take me. I stopped in at dives trying breakfast in mid afternoon just because. It was an enlightening experience, one that freed me of normal desires during traveling. http://www.trover.com/d/R5UH-road-bloomfield-iowa for the story

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People say that Mid America is the most boring to drive through. I half heatedly disagree. Driving expressway, your right, but, get off the freeway, take a highway. It becomes one of the best places to drive. Big fields, old farms, old houses, Amish, green fields, and fences. New things every half mile. I was fascinated how driving through the same thing, farms, could still be new and interesting for hours. Best part...you can average 65 😉 or better. Only 10 miles below expressway speeds. So get off the expressway, find a parallel highway and enjoy rural America.

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