Snapshots From The Fly Over States
It’s been a little over two months since we packed up the Honey’s truck (to the gills; literally every possible inch of space filled), zeroed the odometer, and headed West, leaving North Carolina for good.
I took loads of pictures en route; of endless corn fields, blue skies above. Of farm stands and side-of-the-road oddities. Of national monuments and peeks of big cities taken out of the passenger window. Of hundreds of miles of uninterrupted, open land. We drove the northern route through eleven states (Virginia, West Virginia, Ohio, Indiana, Illinois, Wisconsin, Minnesota, North Dakota, Montana, Idaho), before finally arriving in coastal Washington, our new home.
I’m affectionate in calling them fly over states; we drove through beautiful – absolutely breathtaking at times – country, in near perfect weather. We passed through areas of the country that we probably never would have seen, or visited, save for this move. There’s a remarkable beauty, albeit monotonous at times, to the thousands of miles of open land and crop fields in the middle parts of the U.S., dotted with wonderful little (and not so little) cities in between. This song kept bouncing around in my head as we fell in love with a college town in Indiana, the lush, alpine forests of Minnesota, the rugged landscape of Montana, and too many other places to list. I’m grateful we had the opportunity.
I meant to share this sooner, but as usual, life has a way of getting in between me and my best plans! Happy Weekend!