Tomorrow we’ll hop in the car and try to get out of the house by 6 a.m. Yipppeeee!!! It’s a road trip.
Are there any other two words so glorious in our language? I remember being little and getting up before dawn. My mom would pack the car the night before, using pillowcases for suitcases. She’d level out the well between the front seats and the back, then toss a blanket over the whole area. It became our playpen because back then, cars didn’t have seatbelts and no one worried about being thrown from the vehicle.
I loved how the headlights would reveal the road as we drove. The way the streaks of pastel sherbet colors lit up the sky heralding the sun. The possibilities…
Road trip! Road trip! Road trip! Away we go!
