It’s funny how you can look back on a photograph and all the memories instantly come back to you, flooding every one of your senses and enveloping you in the moment all over again.
How you can remember feeling the cold, crisp air or the damp of encroaching fog, taste the cup of coffee you cradled between your hands or the pit stop lunch you were preparing. How you can remember waiting for that perfect photo moment, sitting in the cab with engine running, heating on full, watching waves of fog rise like mist on the sea and waiting for it to part. The tapping of feet on wet tarmac, the fresh alpine air, the way the immense golden-toned mountains with their sparse covering of grass made you feel like you were in the middle of nowhere and everywhere all at once. The open space, every twist and turn of the road, the blanket of pine trees with their sweet sap scent and that cold pang of excitement in your stomach when you realise how many times greater that mountain peak is than you.
I can remember every roadtrip conversation, every lunch break, every person we met, what song was playing on the stereo, how many layers of clothing we were wearing, where we’d come from and where we were going next, if we even knew at the time. All of that encapsulated in the one hundredth of a second in time it took to create this photograph. Pretty magical, right?
#Throwback to the Transfăgărășan in Romania, the most amazing, awe-inspiring mountain road we’ve ever driven to date, even with one side of it being completely enshrouded in fog.
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Spitfire Alice A Gra 
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