It’s always been a dream of mine to just pack up the car and drive west. We’re not exactly east coast here in Ohio but I haven’t been much more west than Chicago or Missouri. Besides, those trips had points, destinations and this one would just be a trip to see where we could go. I would get all my greatest cd’s and a cooler full of water and Coke and sandwiches and a swimsuit (I’d have to have that now although when I really wanted to take this trip-right after college, I wouldn’t have though I didn’t know it then…), sunglasses and maybe a pack of cigarettes or two. And some friends or not. The ultimate road-trip-across-the US would be my two sisters and our friend, or even just us 3 sisters. I envision us driving across all those middle states stopping at places like the Grand Canyon, Graceland, New Orleans, Las Vegas-all the biggies and the small ones too like James Dean’s gravesite (in Indiana, I think) until we got to California. The point of it is the trip, enjoying the trip and all the adventures you can get into, the freedom of it, the unplanned-ness of it. We would stay in little roadside motels, eat at diners, stop at all the antique shops we wanted b/c there would be no husbands to groan and roll their eyes!
But we can’t do that now b/c we have all these kids and jobs and mortgages and bills. Or could we…