As an old lady, I’ve been on  a few road trips.  Remember,  as a child,  taking our yearly one day vacation to the shore and back.   We were among the poor of the middle class and my father could  rarely  afford to take more than a day’ away from work.  But they were wonderful days: up before dawn, riding into the sun rise, hitting the beach, building sand castles, collecting sea shells and sea glass, wading in the water, loving the peanut butter sandwiches and the lemonade carried in a big glass jug filled mostly with ice that melted during the heat of the day and the end of the day cotton candy, then heading home, sticky, sandy, sun burnt,  but also feeling I was one of the luckiest girls in the world.

Worse trip, an after college trek through the south with my then best friend.  Nothing like a road trip to bring out the worse in some people.  So it goes.

Second best trip was a planned by my youngest son and his wife.  They were  in California going to school and during one of their breaks we flew out and they took us on a grand tour that started in  San Luis Obispo and ranged from Death Valley to the Big Sur.   Not only was the scenery wonderful, but the company was grand and none of us had cross words to say to each other.

Finally, my husband and I completed two recent road trips.  We traveled from the Bronx, New York up to Massachusetts then down to Delaware to see various relatives and friends staying days at each place,  dropping down to Georgia to see David 103 year old mother,  then journeying through Alabama, Mississippi, and Texas where we followed the Santa Faye trail to our youngest son’s home in Conifer,  Colorado. On this journey when family and friends weren’t hosting us, we found food and fellowship at the various Jewish Chabads along the away.

Then almost a year ago we did the loop through the Rockies to Hoover Dam, the Grand Canyon,  Bryce Canyon, Zion Canyon and the Capital Reef all in four days.  More beauty and topped off when we hit Capital Reef which hadn’t been on our planned literary, but was spectacular.

Planning next two trips  to Sedona and then up north to follow the northwest passage east and back to visit New York friends and as Willie Nelson says’ ” I can’t wait to get on the road again.

“On the road again

Like a band of gypsies we go down the highway
We’re the best of friends

Insisting that the world keep turning our way

And our way
is on the road again.”

Isn’t it a miracle that after almost 40 years of togetherness David and I can still enjoy being on the road again and be “the best of friends.”    Stay strong.

Topic 52:Describe the best road trip you’ve ever taken

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