Wherever Our Car Takes Us
Most folks start planning a vacation by making plane reservations. We, more often than not, start with a driving trip plan, and then end up going wherever our car takes us. Before we were married, my husband had been to . . . drum roll, please . . . three states.
Yep, Illinois, Indiana, and Wisconsin comprised his entire personal experience of our vast country.
And I fear he’s not alone.
Not by a long shot.
During the past 28 years, I’ve managed to convince him that there are some amazing sights and places in the U.S. and Canada that can only be experienced by traversing the scenic byways. Now he’s the one who pushes for car travel more than even I do. We’ve driven, kids and often dog in tow, to Utah, the Florida keys, Manhattan, DC, South Carolina, Wyoming, Quebec, Prince Edward Island, Colorado, and the list goes on.
Along the way, we’ve happened upon a moose in Maine, curious prairie dogs in South Dakota, and grazing buffalo in upstate New York. We’ve sat in a birthing barn in Indiana and watched a calf being born on a stage and then stumble around as it tested out its unsure, spindly legs for the first time. We’ve driven over hill and dale in rural Kentucky, ending up in a peaceful little valley that housed a pint-sized log cabin: the boyhood home of Abe Lincoln. We’ve solemnly taken in the broken-beam and twisted steel-devastation a week after an F-5 tornado wreaked havoc in Joplin, Missouri. And finally, we’ve braved Trail Ridge Road in Rocky Mountain National Park at an elevation of 11,500 feet, where I was certain our lives would end by plummeting into the abyss.
Our country is vast and beautiful beyond description. It’s also itching for us to explore it, and the nomad in me is always anxious to answer its call.
Here are a few of our families’ photos from our travels across the U.S.