Travel is only a Memory

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Retire.

Travel.

See the world.

Covid-19 put a hold on all that.

I actually miss traveling.

We did drive back to Michigan last September to visit the three children and two grandsons that were in the Houston area at that time.

The idea was to go to our grandson Andy's birthday party. That didn't work out as planned.

The trip lasted from September 22, 2020 until October 3, 2020. Our travel fare consisted mostly of drive through dining, which functioned well. Bathroom stops (an important consideration when you're our age) were best conducted at the rest stops along the way.

Our car routed us south through Louisiana on the way to Pearland, Texas. We deviated and drove through Texarkana instead, a much more familiar route.

On the way back I decided we'd take the route the car plotted for us, through Louisiana and north.

Did I mention using highway rest stops instead of gas stations and restaurants? Going to Pearland the state rest stops were clean and well-maintained. Coming back? Not so much...

That two-day drive down took a toll on us.

Our good friend Rex let us bunk at his place for the entire time (thanks, Rex!). I slept like a log when we finally arrived.

The two days back were even harder. I'm not sure we're up to long, destination-oriented driving vacations.

Some rest stops were pretty
By the time we got home we needed days to recover.

I'm not sure what to do about traveling. I guess right now we don't need to worry much about it.

There are still so many places to see in the world.

I'm not planning to drive to them.

Thanks for reading.


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