Seven years ago, I took a solo trip out to San Francisco, California to meet up with my best friend as way of getting over my fear of flying in an airplane. My flight left on Easter Sunday. A day for me that symbolizes new beginnings. It was definitely the start of something. I can honestly say that trip played a huge role in where I am for many reasons.
One of the days I was there we drove out to Muir Woods. While we were circling the visitor parking lot, I noticed a young couple towards the back.
I will never forget the sight. The young woman was cutting the guys hair right there in the parking lot.
It was clear that they were road tripping out of their van. From what I could tell they were loaded down with everything you could possibly need to live on the road. I knew nothing of vanlife back then.
I remember thinking "How awesome is that? I wanna be that girl."
They could have been in college enjoying their Spring Break or classic hippies living out of a van. It didn't matter to me. They looked happy and free and in love and that's what I wanted.
Fast forward seven years and here I am with The Drifter. Happy. Free. In love. We don't quite live out of a van. Our setup is a bit more accommodating for our needs.
We are currently in Memphis, Tennessee. We spent the first part of this trip in New Orleans, Louisiana. Two extraordinary cities for a music lover like me.
The last day we were in New Orleans, I noticed that someone was looking a little shaggy. The Drifter's cousin camped next to us and he happened to have a set of hair clippers...
I thought of the couple in Muir Woods. I never even spoke to them. It's interesting to think of the affects we have on those around us. I hope that wherever they are now, they are still as happy and free as they appeared that day.
It's funny how things play out. I am now officially that girl.