Just got home from my summer vacation. In a fit of economy, or perhaps madness, I decided this year’s vacation would be a road trip.
It all started with cheap hotel tickets in Orlando from Travel Zoo. Insanity decision one–Florida in the summer. To pay for the theme parks, I had to forego plane tickets and rented cars and drive there myself. Even with gas prices, my car gets good mileage and this was much cheaper. Add to that, part of my vacation every year is to head up to Michigan to visit my grandmother who is 96, soon to be 97. This year I had an added incentive, both my cousins had babies. Insanity decision two– combine it all in one trip. That meant driving from Orlando to Michigan via Eastern North Carolina to pick up my mother. In less than two weeks, I drove 3,000 + miles.
I began the trip wondering if I was crazy. Here’s how it went and I’ll let you decide.
Driving Day One: D.C. to Savannah, Georgia (595 miles)
But then we headed on to have lunch at the Pirate House, an original Pirate venue on the water complete with ghosts, an original copy of Treasure Island (the establishment is said to be the source of R.L. Stevenson’s story) and excellent food.
On to Orlando, our shortest driving day at 283 miles.
A cool art deco hotel lobby.
The magic of Seaworld and Harry Potter.
Down Memory Lane with Dr. Seuss and Cathy at Universal.
Then moving ahead, designing our future home at Epcot. Can’t wait to live there. It has real grass for a floor and a waterfall in the living room.
Back in the car. Our longest driving day, 663 miles, from Orlando to Eastern Carolina to pick up mom. Next day, another 300 miles on a personal pilgrimage to my father’s family history near Charlotte–old houses, grave markers of my great grand parents, and old workplaces renovated, reused and at times neglected. Here’s what used to be my great grandfather’s old office building at the turn of the century,
Back in the car to Lexington, Kentucky (377 miles) and the Kentucky Horse Park to see former champion horses and horses from all around the world. Here’s Cigar, a winner in the champion Hall of Fame, enjoying his retirement (at least I think he is by the way he’s sassing the audience).
Now, on to Michigan (331 miles) to visit family and a side trip to the Ford Rouge Factory to watch trucks being made and to Ford’s Greenfield Village to walk through the past. These never get old.
Then the return home (514 miles) to get ready for school. We had a great time.
Am I crazy?
Maybe, but it makes life fun.
What do you think?