We left at sunrise, the car packed with just the necessities: camping gear, cameras, coffee, and our six-month old pup, Ruby. One day prior, my partner and I realized that we hadn’t hit the road in over a month—three weeks longer than usual. The best thing about living in LA is being able to leave it often (go figure), but we had found ourselves neck deep in work, gasping for fresh air.
There are these distinctive moments when I find myself working at my computer, or mindlessly social media-ing, when an immediate need for spontaneity hits me right between the eyes—a call for nature so loud I can’t calm it. It’s in moments like these that I know I have to escape.
And so I do. There is no need for extensive planning or hauling along all of my gear. All I need is the bare minimum and the open road.