Traveling

I love traveling... from the time I was five, six years old probably I remember mom and dad packing up our little old car, and just taking off, sometimes not even knowing where we were going to end up. Sometimes we would end up in Indianapolis to see friends, or even Alabama, sometimes we would spend a couple weeks in Florida camping in my great grandparent back yard, or sleeping in my grandparents extra bedroom. Hiking the trails at Turkey Run, visiting re-enactment camps, learning to play oldtime games, and watching ladies in big dresses cook over a fire place. Sometimes we would head up to michigan to the lake, to see our great grandparents, watch my great grandpa make his wooden doo-dads in his tiny little shop. I love the sound of the thu-thunk when the car goes over the lines on the road. Sunshine or rain, I love watching trees, homes, cars, lives pass as we come apon a new scene after every bend. Singing praise and worship music with mom and dad all day or all night to help them keep awake. I loved the nights at the hotels, where you would become fast friends with the other kids swimming in the hotel pool that night, and you exchanged names and addresses promising to write, but never hearing from them again. I love dad coming into the room, "rise and shine kids! Time to get up and get going!" No matter if we stayed up too late the night before watching the three stooges on an all night marathon. Either free breakfast in the Lobby, or McDonalds Mcmuffins with orange juice and hash browns all around would get everyone going every morning. New smells.... every where you go smells different. The smell of the ocean roaring, and the sun baking the sand, the smell of pine needles, wood smoke, and old tents. The smell of a hotel room, the smell of my grandparents trailer in Florida, and the smell of five kids stuffed in the back of a van. Traveling, is always an adventure! :)