Most recently, after hubby John's successful battle with kidney cancer, I found myself once again emotionally drained. Even a short 3-week road trip did wonders.
|Zion NP (UT) May 2010|
*When I was growing up, my family didn't travel, vacation or move around; yet, I suspect we are genetically predisposed to wander. As a young man, Dad hoboed from South Dakota to California. Before they had kids, my parents would "take a drive" on the spur of the moment, sometimes for hours, days, or one time for years. Several brothers travel for the joy of it -- one internationally, another by motorcycle, and a third is a full-time RV'er. Elise had it too, backpacking and hitchhiking through Western Europe, and even living in a van for a while. It's in our blood.