The Wagon Queen Family Truckster is the way to go

Friday, May 15, 2009
There was a time when the wife and I would load up the minivan with all the sundry stuff that is required to take three boys on a cross-country road trip. We did this almost every summer. The last road trip we took with the whole family was at least 9 years ago.

For all the stress and tears these trips inevitably produced, I look back at them with quite a bit of nostalgia. Those days of traveling throughout the country, seeing amazing and educational things are mostly memories filled with laughter and fun.
Clark: Roy; can I call you Roy? Have you even driven your whole family cross-country?
Roy Walley: Oh, hell yes. Once I drove all of them to Florida. The smell coming out of the back seat was terrible.
Clark: I know that smell, Roy;
Of course, cross country road trips are a part of my entire life. My best childhood memories generally revolve around trips in my Dad's VW Microbus, 8 kids, Mom, Dad and a dog. I am sure my Dad knew that smell as well.

Later in life, I found out how much I love my wife when we took our first road trip together right around our one year anniversary . We travel well together and we still do.

These days, as the boys move on, we often opt for more international trips, leaving the road trip behind for more exotic locales, but we still take the occasional long weekend for a road trip. We pass the time by making up stories about how places got their names and share fond memories every time Night Rangers 'Sister Christian'* plays on the radio.

This year, we are taking a cruise to Alaska, but first we are going to drive to Washington and spend some time with family. Son number one is accompanying us. Outside of the many treks between Laramie and Evanston we make yearly, this will be the first road trip we have had in a while with one of our children. I am really looking forward to it. As with all things, it's not the destination, it's the journey.
*The Sister Cristian thing comes from our first trip together. It was the spring of 1984 and, swear to god, that damn song was played every 15 minutes on every radio station between SoCal and Seattle...

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