|Our campsite at Sage Creek Campground in June, 2000|
We made a lot of discoveries along the way. We discovered, for instance, that I make a good navigator: ("Okay, so according to these three maps I'm consulting at once, you are going to want to make your way over to the left lane for a left exit in one mile. There will be two exits off to the left before the one you are looking for. Once you take the exit, you will take another left, followed by an immediate right. Not this exit, but it's coming up next. And turn! Now, remember left, followed by immediate right. YES! And we're set for the next hundred miles, unless you'd like to stop for something to eat, which can be done in twelve miles, forty-six miles, or possibly seventy-two miles, although information on that tiny town is a bit sketchy"), and that he is not a good navigator ("Yeah! TURN RIGHT THERE! No, I mean, LEFT, but...yeah...back there. Um. Let me figure out how we turn around.")
He is a calm pilot ("No problem, honey, I don't mind being boxed in by giant trucks on a winding mountain road while the rain lashes against the windshield and the lightning makes the world seem like a strobe light disco party. It's okay that I haven't slept in twenty-two hours and I've had to pee since we were in South Dakota and the whole world looks fuzzy. You go ahead and take a nap"), and I am not a calm pilot ("HOW THE HELL WAS I SUPPOSED TO GET OVER TO THAT EXIT WITH NO WARNING OMG THERE ARE CARS EVERYWHERE WHY IS EVERYONE GOING SO FAST THEY'RE CROWDING ME WE'RE GOING TO DIE AAAHHHHHH! *sob sob sob*").
But most of our experiences with road trips ended when we had kids. Not because we didn't feel confident in our abilities to take kids on a road trip, and not because we were trying to deprive them of the experience of travel but rather because kids are expensive and travel is a luxury, and also because, as a grown-up, vacation time frequently gets used up with things like painting the house or catching up on all the laundry.
But we finally did it--we put the kids to the test to discover if they were good road trippers, too. And they are! D. drove the whole way, and while I had additional tools at my fingertips as navigator (GPS...so shiny! and wi-fi capable kindle...so connected!), we still adopted our usual, figure-it-out-as-we-go attitude. There were a few things we really wanted to see. One was the Laura Ingalls Wilder museum in Walnut Grove, MN. We've been reading the Little House series out loud for the last year, and both boys are pretty fascinated by the prairie life. The museum was excellent, and the hands-on exhibits kept the boys enthralled.
|Sage Creek June 2011--a Kiss the Morning Star scene come true!|
Speaking of picture-taking crazy, if you want a closer look at our road tripping experience, I spent like all day yesterday uploading and writing notes on photos, so here's our flickr set from the trip.
And now...must get busy on these copyedits!
(And, happy summer! I will try to get back into blogging and reading mode!)