When I was growing up, every month or so we’d pile into our car and tow our flats boat behind us down the stretch of peninsula to the Florida Keys for a weekend of fishing. I’d sit in the back seat with my brother, sweating my brains out, writing short stories all the way there while my dad tricked me into saying words I didn’t know the meaning of, like “gonads.”
I miss road trips to the Keys: a slower pace and a different set of priorities, planning your days by the angle of the sun, getting around by ticking off mile markers, cleaning out your snorkel mask with a big loogie, and saving a seat for the Igloo cooler.
[I was always loitering around outside joints like this in my bare feet, wandering by myself while my dad fueled up the boat. Peep that huge oxygen tank: I think giant replicas of things are totally requisite advertising throughout the entirety of this state. See this post for further evidence.]
My M.O. then was climbing sea grape trees, keeping quiet on the boat with coloring books, naming shrimp from the bait bucket then spinning them over my head lasso-style by their antennae, and resisting daily, full-body sunscreen applications. Ever since I moved to NY, I’ve wanted to go back and do it all over again as an adult—and hit the fish joints Ballyhoo’s and The Fish House, to restock all my ratty t-shirts. A good, old-fashioned road trip.
Rob has yet to witness the glory, so I’ve decided it will be our 2nd anniversary trip. I love the contrast of these first 2 anniversaries—Rob plans a gorgeous trip to Nantucket for our 1st; I wing it with redneck road trips through the swamp for our 2nd.
Unless you’re camped out at a high-end resort swimming with dolphins [do they even still allow that?] and rubbing elbows with Juicy Couture-clad toddlers, you’ll want to dress low-key, have a good hat, and a pair of solid flops. [The Bum Bar Rule would apply here.] Would but I could, I’d need the above, clockwise from left:
Missoni knit poncho top, Isharya hoops, La Cerise Sur La Chapeau hat, numerous Planter’s Punch, a copy of The Old Man and The Sea to read aloud on the ride down, Havanaias flops, Christian Louboutin Praia platform espadrilles, Cleobella Ikat Boho sack, Chloe high waisted linen shorts, Sandro linen t-shirt, and a perfect, humidity-proof updo.
[Images via weheartit.]
[Also filed under road trip daydreams: Road trip to Taos + Isabel Marant.]
Are you a road warrior? Ever had to put the cap on a Gatorade bottle full of pee for your boyfriend when he’s driving? [Don’t ask.] What’s the best road trip you’ve ever taken?
I’m going to hold a bottle of Coppertone up to my nose and breathe deep now.