In 1967 my father bought a Pontiac Catalina and a dingy old travel trailer and took his girlfriend, my brother and me on a road trip. Over the next 8 weeks we drove 13,498 miles, visited 51 parks, and saw wonders like geysers, redwoods, grizzlies, and the Summer of Love in San Francisco. The trip made an indelible impression, cementing my appreciation for the natural world and the American landscape. This summer Pamela and I hope to repeat the experience for our family.
I stayed at the Jurisich's household for the rest of the weekend. It was quite a pleasant stay that I would gladly repeat. They treated me to some lovely things such as a pedicures, hikes as well as city life. We went to go see wicked the Broadway show which was wicked. And spectacularly amazing. Then they took me to the Slanted Door which I learned was quite a famous vietnamese restaurant. Later, upon telling my parents I had gone there, they both jumped 3 feet in the air and yelled, "THE Slanted Door!!! They took you THERE!?!?! Nooooot faiiiirrr...." It was really good. So I thank the Jurisich's for boarding me for that weekend. It was really fun.
But now it is all over. We are home. It feels like I never left. Its reealllyy hot here. Anyway all this trip stuff was fun. I would do it again. Just not this month.
And the Wicinas family all lived happily ever after.