When I was young I must have been bitten by the wandering bug. Not that there was a bug wandering by that bit me, but that I love to explore and travel. When I was young my parents would take us on trips to Minnesota to a little lake to swim and fish. We always stayed in one of the little cabins, owned by a lady. My brother and I would play cards, nothing serious, but we would use life savers as our "money", and as usual my brother ended up with most of them by the time we finished. We always had kids to play with there, and it gave mom and dad time to just relax and enjoy fishing.
I've traveled out to Oregon with my dad, driving through the Rockies and then another time flying out to Arizona to surprise my grandmother. We then drove out to California with my aunt to the redwoods, then back across the country to New Orleans with a walk down Bourbon Street. This was all before I was nineteen.
Years later I traveled to San Francisco, Carmel, Big Sur, and Cannery Row in Monterey. To Vancouver, Victoria BC, Seattle and Mt Rainer. To the east coast, up to Bar Harbor, Maine. My son and I were also able to visit Korea and China, and walk on the Great Wall.
My husband and I have been traveling down the Natchez Trace from Nashville heading south. It has been beautiful and peaceful, very interesting to see history around you.
The Old Trace
Meriwether Lewis's gravesite
Northern entry to Natchez Trace Parkway
I quilt and garden and enjoy them but I still like to just take a drive each day to just get out.
I love to travel, to this day I feel like I could easily pack a bag and jump in the car and not care what direction I choose, but just sight see driving the back roads, to just explore.
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