Extreme Obsessive Compulsive Roadtripping with Darla Kay is where I document my travels around the United States, talk about how I plan a trip, tell you things to remember, things to forget, and how to make your road trip as painless and entertaining as possible.
What is Extreme Obsessive Compulsive Road Tripping, you ask?
Extreme United States Road Tripping means spending at least two weeks on the road, sleeping in a different location each night, and spanning multiple states. OK, you can spend two nights in the same place if you really like it there, and sometimes we only take one week in years when we’re feeling extra tired. We take the Expedition these days, and we fill that baby up. I don’t know how we used to drive around the country in my little car. Extreme road tripping does not involve nice hotel rooms, that is unless it’s the only thing available in the county. If you’re forced to pay for a suite in Las Vegas because that’s all that’s available, just enjoy it. Nothing in Cripple Creek but an antique hotel with a shared bathroom down the hall? Take it and savor the experience. Get to Death Valley and the only motel there is closed for the evening? Sleep in the car, pee behind a shed the next morning, and drive on in.
It’s about traveling to places I’ve never been before, visiting every state in the country (I’m getting close), finding a geocache in every state, seeing every famous U.S. landmark, visiting all the National Parks, discovering every tourist trap and bizarre roadside attraction along every highway in the United States.
So, what’s the obsessive compulsive part, you ask. I am OCD. That means pros and cons for extreme road tripping. One con is the sheer panic at the beginning of each trip. A couple of pros would be my compulsive organizing skills and obsessive checklisting. Basically, I plan the road trips in a very obsessively compulsive way. Just read the posts, you’ll see.
But the road trips are also an escape from the OCD. When I’m hundreds of miles from home, living out of an SUV, and washing clothes in a motel sink, I lose much of my obsessive compulsive disorder. I think it’s good for me.
So, you can get your bearings here with me, I should let you know that my home base is in northwest Arkansas. We travel out from there. And “we” refers to my husband, Terry, the martyred road trip driver and our son, Benjamin, who has loved road trips since his first when he was two.
We go on a road trip once a year; we’ve been doing this since the 90s. I start planning each year’s road trip during the road trip of the previous year. Now, that’s OCD for you! Planning the road trip is what gets me through the cold, harsh winter. I hate winter. If you can become as involved in the planning of your road trip as I am, you too can escape all year long.
On an extreme road trip, today is never like yesterday.
All photos on this site were taken by and are copyrighted to Darla Kay Sanders-Weatherford.