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Post by derek76 on Mar 15, 2021 18:42:58 GMT -5
My father and I often traveled by car and spent the night in tents in the forest or near the lake. At first we went with a canvas gable tent and a kerosene stove, but then we still had fun and did not feel any discomfort. Now we continue to go out into nature with the whole family, but we have already bought a large tent, 3x3 and without stops inside at wildbounds.com/ . This is the height of comfort. A pair of Intex inflatable sleeping mattresses was purchased for her. Because we go with 2 children, a dog and a cat. We bought a collapsible table, we are preparing to cook over a fire. I love family vacations.
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Post by rickyguitar on Mar 15, 2021 21:31:34 GMT -5
Grew up in a suburb of Denver with relatives in Iowa and Kansas. Road trip pretty much every summer. The best was a day trip to Mesa Verde.
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Post by satele on Mar 16, 2021 17:13:27 GMT -5
This is a great thread! Very evocative stories! Furthest we would drive was from Salisbury North to Peterborough (in South Australia), to visit my Mum's family. Nanna was still alive, this was 1968, maybe, and Mums' brother and his wife and kids were still living there. It's about 150 miles of what we thought was nothing. I used to like watching the fence posts flash by...well we were in an FJ, or FB Holden, so the speed was probably only 40 odd miles per hour...Peterborough is an old railway town....where the various rail gauges, Narrow, Standard and Broad would be standardised, so it was a very busy town in its' day! Nanna house was an old stone cottage, with wood fired stove and a dunny down the back yard. Nanna was always baking her own bread, so the home smelled absolutely beautiful! I still travel a fair portion of those roads, and what I remember as nothing (as a kid), is actually some of most beautiful country in our State...firstly grazing and grain country, then winery towns and on to the Southern Flinders Ranges.
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Post by Buster on Mar 17, 2021 13:55:11 GMT -5
We took vacations in the family Vista Cruiser. We had a 1965 until Dad upgraded to a 1970. We always slept in the car with the seats folded down. My brother slept across the front seat, me in the middle between my parents in the back, and my sister across the back next to the tailgate (she always complained about sleeping next to our feet.)
I don't ever recall eating at a restaurant. We ate sandwiches for just about every meal.
We'd stay overnight at KOA campgrounds that had public showers and bathrooms.
Except for sleeping, we'd rarely stay anywhere over a couple of hours before going to the next destination, which was usually a historical site. I guess that's what led to my love of history.
Every trip involved a stop at a Stuckey's.
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Post by Ragtop on Mar 17, 2021 17:06:10 GMT -5
I recall a trip with my parents and two sisters where we left Omaha and drove east to Logan, W. VA, where my mother was born. We stayed with her relatives for several days. We then headed south through VA and then back west through Tennessee and Arkansas to Muskogee, OK, where we stayed with my dad's sister for a day or two. We then continued west into Colorado, where we stayed in Colorado Springs (I remember Garden of the Gods). We then headed north and east to North Platte, NE, where we stayed overnight with my dad's brother and his mean wife. Home to Omaha the next day. Lots of miles covered in 10 or 12 days.
Here's the kicker: the five of us were in a 1963 Corvair. Can you imagine? Summertime, and no A/C. And both my parents smoked! And I don't remember being bothered by any of it. Those were the days!
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Post by HenryJ on Mar 17, 2021 18:34:19 GMT -5
Every trip involved a stop at a Stuckey's. That part about stopping at Stuckey's struck a chord with me. Every time we took a road trip, one of my brothers would always insist that we stop at Stuckey's whenever he saw the sign that there was one ahead. He HAD to have the pecan log roll. My brother was what Dr. James Dobson would have called a "strong-willed child." He passed away on this day, two years ago. We miss him.
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Post by rickyguitar on Mar 17, 2021 20:58:04 GMT -5
Every trip involved a stop at a Stuckey's. That part about stopping at Stuckey's struck a chord with me. Every time we took a road trip, one of my brothers would always insist that we stop at Stuckey's whenever he saw the sign that there was one ahead. He HAD to have the pecan log roll. My brother was what Dr. James Dobson would have called a "strong-willed child." He passed away on this day, two years ago. We miss him. Very sorry to hear that bro.
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Post by Auf Kiltre on Mar 17, 2021 21:24:18 GMT -5
Summer of 62, somewhere in Colorado. I need to get me another pair of them overalls. I was corrected by my bros today on this pic. It was actually in the Michigan U.P., before our trip out west. That night a bear roamed outside our tent and scratched up the chevy trying to get at a cooler of food.
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Post by Buster on Mar 18, 2021 6:54:57 GMT -5
If you find someone selling those overalls Auf, order me a pair. "Husky" size please.
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Post by ninworks on Mar 18, 2021 7:56:28 GMT -5
We went on many family road trips when I was young. In about 1964 we went on a 2 week camping trip all over Colorado. That was memorable.
I remember being stranded on the road leading into the White Sands testing area once for what seemed like hours when they were doing some nuclear tests.
Yosimite was another trip that was cool. I remember the giant redwood trees vividly.
Went to Puerto Penasco (Rocky Point) Mexico camping a few times with my dad and brother. Once we went camping on the beach with the family when my dad's business partner and family came along. All I remember from that trip was dad's partner's 17 year old, incredibly stacked, daughter running around in a bikini. I was about 14 at the time.
The family drove all the way up Highway 1 from Los Angeles to Oregon once. The mouth of The Columbia River and Crater Lake are what I remember the best from that trip.
Living in Arizona made it a necessity to take any visiting out of state relatives to see The Grand Canyon. Been there a number of times. Literally, breathtaking is all I have to say about that.
Made a number of trips to Anehiem where my aunt and uncle lived. The beach and Disneyland are what I remember from those trips.
Went to San Francisco when I was 15 during the summer. As already stated, it was cold there. Being from Phoenix I didn't know what to think about somewhere in California being that cold in the summer. Weird.
There were other trips but those were the most memorable.
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