Our journey from New York to California – and every where in between.
There really isn’t any way to describe the feeling of drive across the United States, from coast to coast. You don’t realize how vast and different this country is until you can see each piece of it back to back.
Our drive spanned for a little over a week, rushing through the first few states, our first stop was Nashville – only for a moment. There wasn’t time to stay still, just time for some fried chicken. From there we high tailed it through Arkansas and Oklahoma, making a pit stop at POPS and the Route 66 museum. Hoping on Route 66 gave us a sense of calm, we had arrived on the road that would take us to our new home.
Next up was Amarillo, home of the Cadillac Ranch, the Route 66 diner, and a lot of open Texas land.
A little peace was brought to us as we arrived in Santa Fe for a few days. The city is filled with the most picturesque adobe buildings and friendly people.
When you’re on the road you can’t be still for too long. From Santa Fe we were Grand Canyon Bound.
The Grand Canyon possesses too much beauty to put into words.
We could feel the end was near as we made our way through the rest of Arizona.
The Ace Hotel in Palm Springs provided a much needed hut tub and a little time for reflection as we entered our new home state.
I would move again just to get to do the drive once more.
For most of my life my family has made the journey west every other summer to live like cowboys. This adventure brought us to The Hideout Ranch in Shell, Wyoming – population 83.
Mornings consisted of hearty breakfasts in the lodge to prep for a full day of riding. Spending the day on a horse, exploring untouched land as far as you can see, will bring out the cowgirl in you.
Wyoming is a place that every time I go, it feels like home.
Cassis is your picturesque French fishing village. Probably our favorite stop on our journey due to the flowing rose, the warm and clear Mediterranean sea, and the best picnic I have ever had.
Kayaking to a small beach where we enjoyed cheese and beer on top of a cliff side.
10 days in a magical place. Kicking our trip off at a family home in Sollies Toucas, we had the opportunity to enjoy real French living – homemade jam from apricot trees in the garden and fresh baked bread.
The next stop was Saint-Rémy-de-Provence, just outside of Avignon.
Strolling through magical lavender fields at Sénanque Abbey.
Gordes – a city on a hill.
River views in Lyon.
French hotel perfection at Le Chateau des Alpilles in Saint-Rémy-de-Provence.