In 2006, I went on a road trip with my dad and younger sister across the country. My 14-year-old self set out to collect a postcard from every state we passed through - with a strict code of rules to follow. The postcard had to say the state name on the front. I had to choose the postcard whose image best represented what I saw and experienced in my time there. In 2009, I made another road trip out to school with my dad and continued to fill in the gaps of my postcard collection. Again in 2010, I made another cross-country road trip, this time with a roommate, and continued to collect.
Creating this typology was surprisingly personal, as it brought back many fond memories of driving with my dad. He has passed on to me a love of driving and of this beautiful country we live in. I hope that in the years to come, I can continue to fill in the gaps of my postcard typology.
A few favorites below.
On our way through South Dakota, we stopped at a pull-out area off the highway to take a break. My dad began a conversation with a woman there, who asked, "Are you heading to the Badlands?" We were not and did not even know what the Badlands were. "You
have to see the Badlands" she said. She gave us directions and so we veered off our original course to see one of the most amazing, beautiful, alien-like landscapes in the United States. The Badlands left me awestruck - it is still one of the favorite places I have ever been today. My dad and I still have fond memories of the visit and gratitude for the random passerbyer who inspired the visit.
My family completed multiple drives up from Connecticut down to Florida for vacations to DisneyWorld. One of the "highlights" of the drive was always stopping at "South of the Border" between the borders of North and South Carolina. Billboards for the attraction plastered the highway for miles and miles to attract visitors. This postcard, no larger or sturdier than a 4X6 print from Walgreens is an amusingly accurate description of the cheap, run-down Little Mexico of South Carolina. You'll notice I had to write the title myself, too.
And this one just makes me smile. Those midwest states half-way through the cross-country drives could be a killer with their endless, flat fields and not much else.