Mostly, those occasions served to remind me how awesome it is to hit the open road with the whole family in tow. I love those long carefree days of seeing new things together, listening to old school music on the radio, eating deviled ham sandwiches for lunch, and taking turns watching Star Wars movies in the back seat with the kids. There’re KOA campgrounds calling my name, World’s Biggest Balls of stuff to be photographed and explored. There’s national history to be learned in person, hotel pools to be cannonballed into, mountain paths to be hiked, and, I hope with all my heart, an ocean to be splashed in. I don’t care whether we go east, west, or south; I just have that deep hankering to go.
It’s not entirely reasonable. The baby’s still small. The house isn’t unpacked or organized. The summer is still months off. It always costs more than you budget, someone inevitably spills, craps, or vomits in the back of the van. At some point, your will to rough it breaks down and you spring for a two-room suite that gives you a locking door between yourselves and the kids. Yes, I know all the limitations. But the heart wants what the heart wants. I long for a 2-4000 mile, 14-20 day adventure, together with my favorite people. I think it’s road trips that make us American; it’s our patriotic duty to explore this vast and beautiful nation. Are you buying this? Because I really want to go.
You brought us here and gave us this land rich with milk and honey. Deuteronomy 26:9