Greetings from 30,000 feet, somewhere over Washington State. After a glorious week in Idaho, I’m headed back to civilization via a long cross-country jaunt (my fortune for a teleportation machine). I don’t know about you, but when I travel, I would go absolutely bonkers without a soundtrack (and I don’t mean crying babies and hacking coughs). Seriously, forgetting my headphones is up there in my top five travel nightmares; I spend way too much time curating my playlists for them to go to waste.
And when it comes to my music preferences when traveling, I gravitate towards any music that makes me feel like I’m on an epic road trip…which usually means some form of 70s classic rock (I told you I had a thing for the Eagles). It just makes me feel like I’m in a Jeep on the open road, sun shining and wind in my hair, miles to go before I sleep (even when I’m actually stuck in a stuffy flying tube that smells like salami next to a guy who has a death grip on the armrest and is an overly loud mouth breather). Life, man.
So while I’m bouncing back and forth between coasts (jaunt number two of four in the next week, uf), I’ll be grooving to the below and wishing for the wind in my hair. Hope your Tuesday is a-rockin’!