Growing up my family didn't venture out on many road trips. I've been blessed to travel a ton with them, but a majority of the time we'd only go to places we could get to by plane. So when some family friends asked me to join them on a road trip this summer, I quickly accepted and started counting down the days to our departure. While flying has its advantages, I love the freedom of being able to stop anywhere along the way and feel the fresh breeze a rolled down window can bring (not to mention the luxurious bathroom stops). I don't think I've ever spent so much time in a car in one week, but it was 100% worth it. We rose early each morning, to beat the 105 degree heat, in search of new sights and accidentally rigorous hikes (don't ask). From the Grand Canyon, to Brian Head, to Kanarra Creek Canyon, to Zion, and Bryce Canon National Park, our adventure quota was definitely fulfilled (and then some). It honestly felt like we were on a different planet compared to Oregon, with brilliant red and orange rocks and vast deserts meeting us at every turn. I can still hear my friend's voice jokingly asking, "Are we on Mars?" It's safe to say, I've definitely been converted into a road trip person.