Yesterday, I was reading a fellow blogger’s hilarious reply to my reply to a comment he’d made on one of my recent posts (clear as mud, right?), and a fun memory came back.
I immediately recalled my ride on this mythical creature, while road tripping in 2008.
How many miles are “you” from Wall Drug? It’s 496 for us😉
Before we took my parents on their first road trip vacation with us, a cousin recommended getting a little handheld tape recorder to record the entire trip: conversations in the vehicle, what we were seeing, weather reports, time of day, hi-lights from each day, as well as interviews with strangers like waiters, bell staff, locals and other travellers.
I took her advice and what a treasure these recordings are now. Listening to the conversations and the laughter is just like doing those trips all over again.
This past week, I hauled out the box of tapes and the original tape player/recorder for the first time in years, and so many memories are flooding back. It’s amazing how much one forgets while remembering the hi-lights. These tapes bring back every single detail.
Priceless.
This past week, we were away for a few days, visiting friends and family in the place we called home for over 20 years.
Whenever we round the curve in my feature photo, I breathe a big sigh of relief and have the same sense of “home” that I had when we first moved to the area.
Even though I was raised on the southern prairies, I’m sure it was the proximity to the northern tree line that welcomed and comforted me.
This photo was taken from the Statue of Liberty with NYC in the background.
Our “East Trip”, as we refer to it, was one of many wonderful road trip vacations we were blessed to take Mom and Dad on.
Dad’s comments, made with awe and wonderment in his voice, as he saw things he had thought he’d never see in his life, make up a big part of my fondest travel memories.
At Madame Tussaud’s wax museum in Las Vegas, most of the figures are so life-like, that I actually excused myself when I bumped into one, thinking it was a real person.
I knew that this guy was real in memory only, but I still enjoyed striking a pose with his wax doppelgänger.
Hubs and I had fun posing for this photo – pretending that were preparing to hike to the top of the tallest temple at the Altun Ha Mayan ruins in Belize.
So many wonderful travel memories come back when reviewing old photos.
Wherever we travel, I’m always interested in seeing as much as possible of the local handmade goods. This, along with dining on local foods, gives me a sense of connection with the culture of the place we’re visiting.
These mosaic pieces at a market in Curaçao caught my eye, and the eye of my camera. I didn’t purchase any of these, as my souvenirs are usually my photos – some of which I frame.
Do you scout out local arts and crafts in your travels?
Although there are many beautiful places in Arizona, the red rock formations and the culture, put Sedona among my favourite spots.
On our only visit there, several years ago, the Sedona International Film Festival was taking place.
As we roamed the streets, taking in the culture and surrounding scenery, I watched in hope and earnest, to spot someone famous. Sadly, it wasn’t meant to be.
Dec 07, 2023 – Ceremony at The Alamo in San Antonio, TX for the reading and loan of David Crockett’s last letter from Tennessee. Davey Crockett, aka “King of the wild frontier”, died in the battle of the Alamo.
Radically Retired 