I can pinpoint the exact DAY I fell in love with travel. June 22, 2013. That summer in college, me and two of my closest hometown friends set off to drive from Sacramento all the way up to Vancouver. I didn’t really grow up traveling much, so it was by far the longest I had ever driven. The PNW seemed like a distant, faraway land back then. On that trip, I visited Seattle for the first time (we all know how that turned out), slept in a car for the first time (now I basically live out of my rig), and visited a national park for the first time (I’ve been to 30 more since). And yes, it was also the first trip I ever Instagrammed, snapping touristy iPhone photos and slapping Valencia and X-Pro II filters on them LOL major throwback. I will never forget the feeling I had on the last day of that trip...that sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach because we were headed home, but I never wanted the adventure to end. Thousands on thousands of miles later all over the States and four continents, I’m still chasing that feeling of freedom, endless possibilities, and the open road. So when I say that travel can be life changing, I mean it. Because it definitely changed mine. For the better. Photo collab with earthtoraymond