I love a road trip.
Growing up, we spent our first vacations at Carpenteria beach. I have lots of wonderful memories from those vacations. Rubber rafts and wave riding, the smell of Coppertone, liverwurst sandwiches on white bread with mustard, lots of mayo, and a little bit of sand, nightly bonfires with marshmallow roasting...
When we moved to the mobile park on the beach, taking vacations at another beach must have seemed redundant to my parents. Not sure how and when the wandering spirit took over for them, but starting the summer after 6th grade, our vacations became road trips. A little bit of camping, a bit of motels as well. We always started going straight up from LA along the coast and spent a few days in the Redwoods. After that we saw most of the Western United States over the next few summers.
It got to the center of my soul and after years of living on an island, one thing I miss the most is hitting the road.
A good friend of mine who moved here from the Seattle area and taught with me for several years moved back to the Northwest a couple of years ago. She sent me a viral email with the photos I put in this post. I am not usually fond of those forwarded emails, but this one, well. Take a look for yourself.
Which of these roads would any of you like to hit first?
Someday, after getting kids through college and elderly parent into assisted living... after recovering from illness and medical bills and furloughed paychecks... one of these days I am going to use my summers appropriately. I hope to hit the road. Nearly any road will do, but one of these would be amazing.