Wednesday, April 3, 2024 Entry #77 As far back as I can remember, I have loved road trips. I imagine this attachment, like so many of our most visceral passions, began with positive associations from my childhood. On family car vacations, we would often set out late in the day. My siblings and I would change into our pajamas in the restaurant bathroom after eating dinner on the road. Then we would lay comfortably (no seat belts!) on blankets that our parents had set up in the “back-back” of our good old station wagon as daylight faded and the roadway kept rolling by. I would talk with my parents late into the night, eventually falling asleep. I can totally remember the groggily secure sensation of my dad carrying me from the car to a hotel off the highway or to our final destination.
Goin' Cali
Goin' Cali
Goin' Cali
Wednesday, April 3, 2024 Entry #77 As far back as I can remember, I have loved road trips. I imagine this attachment, like so many of our most visceral passions, began with positive associations from my childhood. On family car vacations, we would often set out late in the day. My siblings and I would change into our pajamas in the restaurant bathroom after eating dinner on the road. Then we would lay comfortably (no seat belts!) on blankets that our parents had set up in the “back-back” of our good old station wagon as daylight faded and the roadway kept rolling by. I would talk with my parents late into the night, eventually falling asleep. I can totally remember the groggily secure sensation of my dad carrying me from the car to a hotel off the highway or to our final destination.