Sorry I haven’t been on my blog for awhile. Last week we got a phone call that our sister-in-law, who lives in Northern California, had passed away. It was a sad time for us but we knew Eleanor had been ill for a couple of years and she was better off with Jesus than with us. Even so, we knew it was important to go and be with our family so we shifted into high gear to get a week’s worth of work done in four days….thus, my reason for not blogging last week. (Watch for my next blog on the sweet visit we had with our family)
As we considered our travel options we decided to drive, rather than fly to the Bay Area. Call us crazy but Mopar Man and I rarely pass up an opportunity for a road trip. Maybe it’s because we grew up in the 50’s and 60’s when families were use to taking long road trips together. They didn’t think twice about strapping luggage to the roof (back then you strapped in the luggage not the kids) and piling kids into the back of the family station wagon (which in our day was as big as a small cruise ship). Dads poured ice into huge coolers full of cold cuts, condiments and soda pop while Moms stuffed picnic baskets full of bread, chips, apples, Cracker Jacks and oatmeal cookies. The rule of thumb was to get up at the break of dawn and head out while the kids were still sleepy and drive as far as you could before they were fully awake and needed their first, out of 250 potty breaks. Around noon everyone started looking for a shady rest stop with picnic tables and a grassy area for the kids to play and release some of their pent up energy.
And if you were a really, really lucky kid your Dad occasionally stopped at one of those gloriously fascinating tourist attractions whose billboards advertised “The World’s Largest Chair” or “Sam the Alligator Man” or “The Caves of Mystery”. But best of all were the gift shops. Oh my goodness….the gift shops, where you could buy a gen-u-wine shark-tooth back scratcher with the words “I survived the Podunk Fish of Prey Museum” etched on the handle.
So, after work last Thursday, in keeping with our rich American Baby Boomer heritage, we headed south on the interstate for the beginning of a three-day 1,200 mile round trip. I know it sounds like a recipe for exhaustion to some of you but for us it was just another great adventure on the open road. We cranked up the Beach Boys on the car stereo and started pickin’ up “Good….Good….Good Vibrations”. I must say after 45 years of marriage and with hundreds of road trips under our belt we have come up with some great tips for making road trips fun and enjoyable.
Here are a few of them:
Besides enjoying the scenery here are some other ways to entertain yourselves:
One of the other things Mopar Man and I do when we’re road tripping is to alternate between low budget and medium budget motels (we save the higher end accommodations for when we reach our destination). For instance on this trip we stayed in a Motel 6 the first night because we knew we’d be getting into Yreka around 11pm and getting up at dawn. So why spend the money on a really nice motel when we were just going to jump into bed for a few winks and be gone? On the return trip we treated ourselves to a suite at the Holiday Inn. We did the same thing with restaurants. One day we went strictly economy (McDonalds and Subwaywere our best friends on these days) and the next day we treated ourselves to something a bit more upscale.
We are happy to report that after following all of our own tips we are home safe and sound after a wonderful time with family and each other. ……screen fades to Roy Rogers and Dales Evans singing, “Happy trails to you until we meet again.” And if you don’t know who they are….start watching some of those old reruns on Nick at Night.