Roads Remembered: Pacific Northwest

There’s a kind of freedom that only the open road can offer. It’s not just the sense of motion, of distance ticking away beneath your tires, but the feeling of slipping into a world untethered by schedules. For twelve days in late August, I left behind the Mojave Desert’s relentless heat and journeyed north to the cool embrace of the Pacific Northwest. Miles of open highway unfurled before me, a path that wound through quiet logging towns, iconic national parks, bustling cities, and back again. Along the way, the rhythm of the road became a meditation, and the landscape shifted from arid desert to lush, rain-soaked greens. What began as a trip through familiar terrain transformed into a deeper exploration—of the places I had come to know, and of the enduring connection I have to the open road itself.