It’s spring break time in the states and most people I know are leaving gray-brown / no-leaves-on-the-trees / not-warm-enough-for-shorts Minnesota for tropical locales with warm beaches and plenty of sun. Meanwhile, our family is prepping and packing for an epic road trip through Utah and Arizona. The forecast is not-warm-enough-for-shorts, and there are times I have questioned our spring break plans. Until I remember why:
Because hiking. We love it. Besides family togetherness and lots of driving, we plan to hike the hell out of some national parks.
What is it about Wednesday that makes me nostalgic?
I’m recalling a great road trip Eric and I took during the pre-iPhone days . . . before I took a million pictures or bothered to write anything down. We borrowed my aunt and uncle’s 1989 Winnebago Le Sharo and drove to Banff National Park. We broke down briefly somewhere in Montana, stayed at bed and breakfasts (even though we had our own beds, whaaat?) and bought our first piece of “real” art from a gallery. The year was 1998? We think.
One of our favorite family memories of 2015: conquering the Grouse Grind together when we visited Vancouver. 2,830 steps. 1.8 miles long. 2,800 foot elevation gain. This climb is no joke – and absolutely beautiful.
This is a special trip to write about. It is almost too hard to put into words without dedicating six posts to it, but I’ll try. 4 adults and 6 kids packed into 2 minivans for 8 days doesn’t sound like vacation magic, does it? Well, it was. And we will always look back on this trip with a heightened sense of nostalgia for several reasons . . .