First Trip – Other than to Grandma and Grandpa’s My love for travel started long before I could even spell the word. Dad had meetings to go to—work conferences here and there—and one day he called Mom and said, “Let’s all go.” The company was paying his way, so why not drive and take the…
The First Trip I’ve been on the road for as long as I can remember — actually, a little before that. My very first trip was when I was 19 months old. Mom and Dad packed up the family — all six of us — into a 1968 station wagon and hit the highway. Three…
Packing Day for Princeton, Texas It’s packing day again—and somehow it never gets easier, even after all the miles we’ve logged. This leg starts at home in Carl Junction, Missouri, with a familiar drive ahead of us. We’ll roll out through Missouri, clip Kansas just long enough to say we were there, cross Oklahoma, and…
