I used to love going to Uncle Charlie’s house. He and my aunt Mildred lived about 5 hours and three mountain passes away from our trailer (eh hm… I mean, mobile home) in Tumwater. We made the trip a couple times a year to visit, relax and enjoy their way of life for a few days. The trip itself was part of the adventure. I remember the first time we made the trip, riding in the back of John’s boxy yellow Volkswagen Rabbit. That time it was close to Christmas 1980 and the passes were almost impassable, which made for a scary ride. My mom must not have wanted to drive the passes in the snow so we left her AMC Pacer she named Punkin’ (because it was a burnt orange color) at home. Oh how she loved that car! I was always a little embarrassed to drive it, but it least it had an 8 track player.
There’s nothing quite like being on the road. I don’t mean being on the road like a squirrel who couldn’t make up his mind. I’m talking about a full tank of gas, your favorite tunes on the radio, snacks in the passenger seat (like Slim Jims and Funyuns) and cruise control.
Maybe I’m old fashioned but I just love taking a road trip. Or maybe it’s all of my road trip memories of new adventures and fresh starts that gets me excited and brings back fond memories.