16/01: A thought to the olden times...
After an interesting round of alcohol and chatter I have come to the discernible conclusion that my folks have done me a solid. A solid in the form of yearly summer trips of packing up the van and hauling ass across this great nation to hit, significant and memorable, monuments contain with in. Sure I might have bitched and moaned, but with out a doubt these are things I miss now . Be it the hundredth time of hitting Mount Rushmore (pre and post clean up)... rolling out of my tent in the middle of storms.. lost lures on water soaked logs... Yellow Stone... camping out in the shadow of the Grand Tetons.. and so forth. Amazing times.
Walldrug, the Corn Palace, the Bad Lands, Devil's Tower, the Petrified Forest (abet a bet snowy), Custer State Park, the Dinosaur Park in SD, and the great Death Valley...Dollywood, Deadwood, and the Magic Kingdom... we concurred them all. I was telling folk tonight of the tales of our family adventures... the great... the small.. the concept of packing the family up and paying homage to the great sites of power of this continent is foreign to them.
"What? You can't fly there?" No.
"How are we to pack for this?" Bring enough to survive and let Pops ply his Tetris like skills in making sure it all fit in the trunk.
"What? No crackberries, iPhones, or electronics to dick with?" No.
"You say you lost your Chicago Bulls hat in a Shonnies somewhere near Wyoming? " Yes! A matter of fact I am certain I may have had a mild concussion before we left!
These were hearty times indeed.
A summer, somewhat of dubious nature, spent in Montana... seeing Glacier National park. A summer in Minnesota at Leech Lake with the (missed) ol' Great Aunt where I saw (and fell in love with) Hole's Violet for a Miller Light(?) commercial... ugh.. it cuts me to the bone that I don't have a family right now to slog through these trips. The miles passing by... the subtle change of scenery between states... the grandeur of this nation. The pure sense of adventure. Truthfully these are times that keep me getting out of bed some days. Sure the moment may suck now but tomorrow's another day. Another adventure... another mile to go past... another sight to see. My only regrets were being a snot nosed teenager that didn't appreciate them (fully) at the time, and not have enough cash on hand to re-travel these places today and adding to the notches in my belt.
I owe a great service to my folks, my sisters, and my dog (who loves riding in the footrail of that Astro van) for the cherished memories and experiences. God knows what they suffered for these trips (be it financial, work related, or what not) in ways I'll never know. Regardless they were pulled off with a grandeur par to none.
One day I will have the chariot to drive me.. one day I will have the cash to float me.. and one day I shall return. I pray that day is sooner than later.
Walldrug, the Corn Palace, the Bad Lands, Devil's Tower, the Petrified Forest (abet a bet snowy), Custer State Park, the Dinosaur Park in SD, and the great Death Valley...Dollywood, Deadwood, and the Magic Kingdom... we concurred them all. I was telling folk tonight of the tales of our family adventures... the great... the small.. the concept of packing the family up and paying homage to the great sites of power of this continent is foreign to them.
"What? You can't fly there?" No.
"How are we to pack for this?" Bring enough to survive and let Pops ply his Tetris like skills in making sure it all fit in the trunk.
"What? No crackberries, iPhones, or electronics to dick with?" No.
"You say you lost your Chicago Bulls hat in a Shonnies somewhere near Wyoming? " Yes! A matter of fact I am certain I may have had a mild concussion before we left!
These were hearty times indeed.
A summer, somewhat of dubious nature, spent in Montana... seeing Glacier National park. A summer in Minnesota at Leech Lake with the (missed) ol' Great Aunt where I saw (and fell in love with) Hole's Violet for a Miller Light(?) commercial... ugh.. it cuts me to the bone that I don't have a family right now to slog through these trips. The miles passing by... the subtle change of scenery between states... the grandeur of this nation. The pure sense of adventure. Truthfully these are times that keep me getting out of bed some days. Sure the moment may suck now but tomorrow's another day. Another adventure... another mile to go past... another sight to see. My only regrets were being a snot nosed teenager that didn't appreciate them (fully) at the time, and not have enough cash on hand to re-travel these places today and adding to the notches in my belt.
I owe a great service to my folks, my sisters, and my dog (who loves riding in the footrail of that Astro van) for the cherished memories and experiences. God knows what they suffered for these trips (be it financial, work related, or what not) in ways I'll never know. Regardless they were pulled off with a grandeur par to none.
One day I will have the chariot to drive me.. one day I will have the cash to float me.. and one day I shall return. I pray that day is sooner than later.
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