From the Road: Closing Out the Summer with a Few Hard-Earned Lessons

GEORGIA FOLK and FARM LIFE - Well friends, another summer is just about in the rearview mirror—and what a summer it’s been. We’ve put down some serious miles on the highway, made new memories, and maybe even earned a few gray hairs along the way. As we get ready to roll back into Georgia, I wanted to share a few of the lessons I’ve picked up this road trip season—call it homespun wisdom from the blacktop.

Our journey took us to some pretty iconic American destinations this year. We stood on the pitcher’s mound at the Field of Dreams in Dyersville, Iowa (yes, it’s as magical as it sounds). We marveled at the world's largest aviation celebration in Oshkosh, Wisconsin—where the sky is alive with everything from warbirds to cutting-edge jets. And we paid a visit to old friends back in Washington, D.C., stomping around the familiar monuments and side streets that still feel like home.

Now, the key to a good road trip—besides good company and good snacks—is being prepared. That’s something I’ve come to appreciate more and more. Because while spontaneity may be romantic, having your act together really cuts down on the “adventure” you didn’t plan for.

First off, I can’t say enough good things about my Ryobi handheld tire inflator. This little green lifesaver runs off the same battery I use for my drill and does a mighty fine job of topping off tires. I keep the larger battery charged up—one that normally powers a nail gun—so it’s ready for truck tires. When you’re halfway between nowhere and somewhere, and that low pressure light comes on, it’s a real comfort to know you can at least limp to the tire shop.

Another new trick in my glovebox is an iPhone app called Car Weather. It pulls real-time weather and traffic data together, and has been great at helping us dodge some gnarly summer storms. No more guessing if that dark cloud ahead is just a sprinkle or a full-on wall of water.

And of course, as a proud Texan by birth, I’ve got to tip my hat to Buc-ee’s. On the way to the East Coast, we planned our fuel and food stops around their mega centers. Clean bathrooms, fresh brisket, and friendly folks—what’s not to love? Buc-ee’s has officially become part of our trip strategy.

As the last sunsets of summer start to linger a little earlier in the evening sky, I’m thankful for these wide American roads, the family and friends we’ve seen, and the peace that comes from knowing we’re headed home.

Back soon to Georgia, y’all. Safe travels until then.

~Matt