This Thursday morning we pack up the kids, the snacks, and the books-on-tape into our trusty Kia minivan and head due west, for a two-week road trip that will wind through Colorado, Utah, Nevada and California, then back through Idaho, Wyoming, and South Dakota. This will all be new, not just to the kids but to me. I've never seen the Rockies before, never seen Yellowstone, or Mt. Rushmore. I've never seen the Redwoods or San Francisco.
I've wanted to do a trip like this ever since I was a kid. My brother Jim may not remember this, but when I was about fifteen, I was hugely excited when Jim talked about doing a road trip on his motorcycle, and hinted that he might be open to taking me with him. How cool! Unfortunately it never panned out. Either Jim lost interest, or else Mom and Dad refused to entertain the idea of their fifteen year old daughter off on a motorcycle adventure; I can't remember which.
But now, some thirty years later I'm finally doing it! With a minivan, however, rather than a motorcycle. But Jim, I'll think fondly of you whenever a motorcycle whizzes by us on the open road.