When I was 8 years old, I was fortunate to be the beneficiary of one of my father’s dreams. That dream being to go on a cross country trip across the United States. My father had been working for himself as a builder for 8 years at that time and had managed to save enough money to make the dream a reality. A while before leaving on the trip he set the gears in motion by purchasing a motor home that was in need of some work. With mechanical skills being a hobby, he made it a passion project. I can’t recall how long it had taken from the time he purchased it until it was ready for the road but it was the summer of 1990 when we set forth on a 5 week journey. My father had written a journal during that trip. Looking back at it now, I wish I had too. I’ve decided that even though it was 30 years ago, I am going to start posting up some memories I still have from that adventure. I’m a fool for not having written about them when I was younger and the memories were more fresh. Better late then never they say. I hope they’re right.
2 thoughts on “Tales From A Cross Country Trip: A Family Adventure (Intro)”
Interesting how you are writing about this now as the Cross country trip has been on my mind lately.
Me too, trying to dig into the depths of my brain to pull out some of the things I remember from it.