Day 226
Dad would stop
at a rest area & Mom would let
Becky out of the
car and tell her to: “Run! Just run!”
We
began to take “serious” vacations when Beth was 9 and Rachel was 3---Colorado!
Myriad
“short” get-a-ways had been indulged, like: Tennessee, Branson, New Orleans…
Our
vehicle had barely reached the J.B. Bridge (less than 20 minutes from home)
over the mighty Mississippi River than “novice” traveler, Becky, asked, “Are we
there yet?”
It’s
gonna be a l-o-o-o-n-g! trip.
After
several non-stop hours on the road, just so we could get there before our vacation-time had expired and
we had to turn around and head home, Candy would suggest that we pull into a
Rest-area off the interstate where she would tell Becky to get out---and…”Run! Just run!”
We
arrived in the Rocky Mountain state and had a wonderful vacation trekking the
Great Divide, visiting Colorado Springs, Divide, Cripple Creek where we rode
the small gauge railroad sitting on $20 million worth of Gold, Rocky Mountain
National Park (my favorite), Casa Bonita’s in Denver.. We collected souvenirs,
rocks, myriad photographs---and…Memories!
Rachel
had a tough time walking on the sandstone rocks; I held her hand and we did
just fine.
Many
subsequent years found us retracing the trace of that first adventure; all
pleasurable.
When
we later traveled across this wondrous country, we would often stop at
Rest-areas and let our Z.. Tyler get out to run-off some pent-up energy and hit
some baseball pitches. Candy noticed that the truck driver’s availing
themselves of the respite got a big kick out of watching him. He even got into
the habit of “befriending” drivers on the road as he would wave to them.
.Our
girls were “Great” travelers, always co-operative and open to any of Dad’s crazy ideas.
My
seven precious gems make me proud, happy and satiated with the adventure of
life-love!
Ah! Cookie Jar Sweet “excess energy” Memories!
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