My Lost Highway

There are trips and there are drives. Trips are made back and forth without much fanfare. You make a “trip” to the store. Drives leave an impression. Drives are tied to an occasion or special destination. You’ll always remember the first time you drove the Pacific Coast Highway.

And then there is – “the Drive.”

This is a journey you have taken so often, and over so many years, that you not only know every signpost and road stop; you know every tree. These kinds of journeys hold your history. They tell your story in miles and memories. These are the drives you may have first taken as a kid in the back seat and then graduated to driving on your own.