As a kid vacations meant road trips. My family only traveled by car. In fact the first time I was on a plane I was in my 20s and it was my college graduation trip to Chicago. One of my fondest memories is driving from California to see my family in Texas. My parents and I were in one minivan, while my aunt, uncle, and cousins were in their minivan. We caravan'd from Los Angeles to Las Vegas to the Grand Canyon to New Mexico to Houston, Texas. You would think that trip would mean a break from driving, but then our family in Houston planned an adventure to New Orleans. So on the road we went for a day trip to a city that I remembered was very pretty and ungodly humid.
On Oblivious Birthday Gratitude Day 4 I am thankful for road trips. A tradition that Mike and I have continued. We have driven up and down California in a quest for National Parks stamps in our National Parks Passports. Now that Mike has a jeep, I foresee more road trips in our future and I am quite happy about that!
On Oblivious Birthday Gratitude Day 4 I am thankful for road trips. A tradition that Mike and I have continued. We have driven up and down California in a quest for National Parks stamps in our National Parks Passports. Now that Mike has a jeep, I foresee more road trips in our future and I am quite happy about that!
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