At Home on the Road to Annapolis

How U.S. Route 50 in Maryland Became a Refuge

From the moment I was old enough to drive, I’ve been taking short solo road trips with no concrete destination in mind. Left turn here, right turn there, or sometimes no turns at all. I never had any idea where I was going, but I felt a level of comfort in a car that I couldn’t seem to find at home. I’ve never been able to stay still for long, and traveling anywhere in the car somehow seems to mean more than actually arriving at my destination.

Two years ago, I …