I love road trips.

The very fact of getting ready for a road trip reminds me of what I consider some of the best parts of being a child. Ensconced in the back seat with my books and my toys, the trip itself was a world away from my ordinary life, and it was a world I wanted to be in. One where I counted cars, searched for out-of-state license plates, and stuck my hand out the back window and let it ride the undulating wave of the air zooming past.

Now that I am the driver, the trip is not quite as romantic. I have to pay attention to the road, watch for posted speed limits so that I am able to accurately and correctly observe them, and I have to keep an eye out for the types of stops that my dog will enjoy.

But even with the greater responsibilities adulthood has brought to my road trip adventures, I still enjoy the way it feels to travel along the wide expanses and see new vistas, and my dog appreciates the opportunity to smell new smells, and feel the different grasses beneath his feet, but after yesterday’s very long adventure, both of us were glad when we finally reached Tucumcari, New Mexico, our destination for the day.

Then, this morning, after following the siren call of adventure we arrived in Albuquerque. I walked my dog, unpacked the van, returned it to the rental agency, and then picked up where I had left off with the fifty-two crochet remnants I am rehabbing and settled in for some much-needed crochet.

It took some time, but eventually, I had crocheted the first round for twenty of the remnants:

and I got this overview of where I was with all of the pieces I am currently rehabbing:

Just as I don’t know exactly know what adventures I will encounter on any given day of a road trip, the siren call a crochet project can be just as compelling as the open road, and just like the open road, it can take you places you never dreamed you could go.