Maps have always fascinated me. Back in the day, maps were paper, and people found them hard to fold. When I was small enough to have road maps extend beyond the reach of my outstretched arms, I discovered that all the road maps folded the same way, and figured out how to re-fold them in seconds. When I was at the gas station, I’d go around to people’s cars, folding their maps for them. I earned more than a few nickles.
Maps in your journals don’t have to be precise in distance, just in memories. Here’s a map from a trip last fall. I drove from Phoenix to L.A.