North to Alaska
Someone turned on the air conditioning in Utah and Wyoming today and I sure am grateful.
Traveling was extraordinary in a very ordinary way. There is nothing extraordinary about 560 miles of interstate highway there is not a lot of opportunity to stop and smell the roses no spectacular occurrences that stand out to write about.
But, taking the whole day I am once again overwhelmed by the beauty and diversity of this country. Park City, UT really doesnt compare with Laramie, WY but having the opportunity to spend another day just riding across this great land is an extraordinary event in and of itself.
I think it was 50 years ago next month August, 1952 my first road trip with my parents and brother in a 1949 Chrysler Somerset, PA to Miami Beach, FL. It was the time before Holiday Inns the time before interstate highways the time before chain restaurants.
We stayed in tourist courts or tourist cabins or tourist homes and we stopped at rest areas they were called roadside rests in those days to fix three meals a day. An ice chest a beverage jug and a Coleman stove were packed in the trunk of that old Chrysler and we stopped three times a day and used them to prepare meals. I say we but it really was my mother who didnt get a vacation because she still had to prepare three meals a day even when we were traveling.
Baseball gloves and a ball were staples for the boys it gave us a chance to exercise while meals were being prepared a game of catch and some other things brothers are known to engage in after long confinements in the close quarters of a car.
Three days out of Somerset, I came down with the Whopping Cough making our first trip memorable for everyone.
I was thinking of those times today at a rest area on I-80 in Wyoming I prepared my own lunch and thought about that trip and many others our family took when I was a child.
Did this wanderlust begin then or even before? I dont know. But I do know that I love being on the road. A car if I have to a motorcycle if I can a Valkyrie if I have a choice but on the road.
And a really good part of being on the road is making lunch at a roadside rest.
So to you and Iowa Sioux and Ricky, Rat Terrier, Seattle, WA I say goodnight from Cheyenne, WY.
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