The One Where I Drive in the Mountains Alone
Week 1 of 52 Yes you read that right. My first blessing of the year was that I drove in the mountains all by my lonesome without any assistance from a passenger or backseat driver. Let me paint a picture before you roll your eyes. I’m 37 (ok, still not building my case, I know) and a native Floridian. Not just a native Floridian, but generations back native. Flat land and humid weather run through…