Think back on your most memorable road trip.
I have taken quite a few good road trips. All of them memorable in their own way. I don’t know that I have a most memorable. I do have 2 that are currently coming to mind as special so hopefully that is good enough.
The first was the trip down to Florida to get me set up before the official move down here. I came down about a month before my husband because of my job starting and him needing to finish things at our house in Virginia and get movers etc. We packed up my little Jeep Renegade and he drove me down here. It was our longest road trip at that time. We have since made the trip up and back a few times but that first time was special.
The second was a trip from Florida to Highlands, North Carolina with my partner and their kids. Their brother was getting married and we were driving up for the wedding. Have to preteen boys in a mid-size SUV for an 11 hour (i think) drive, is not fun. They didn’t have enough space. Plus brothers will fight. It was a long, tiring drive. It was also the first real road trip my partner and I took. We’d driven to Orlando before but nothing like this. It was fun but challenging. I don’t drive so that fell to them and it’s a lot. Stopping wasn’t really an option unfortunately but we made it. What made the trip more special was that it was to their hometown and so during that long drive but also during the time we were there, they would point out important places and share stories with me.
I enjoy road trips as long as the person I’m with is ok with me not driving.
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Well, it was memorable — very memorable. We moved from New Hampshire to Florida, and let me just say: I will never do that again. We had a U‑Haul and three cars in our little caravan, plus two dogs and seven cats. Yes, seven. It was less “road trip” and more “traveling petting zoo.”
It took us two full days. I knew we were in trouble when, fifteen minutes into the drive, my daughter needed a bathroom break… and a large iced coffee… which of course led to more bathroom breaks. A vicious cycle powered entirely by caffeine.
Meanwhile, my mom was yelling at my dad over the walkie‑talkie — they were in separate cars — insisting he missed the exit. He didn’t. But try telling her that. Actually, don’t. It’s safer that way.
We got there in one piece with two hotel stays along the way. That is not easy with a traveling zoo, and the animals too.
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That was definitely more of an adventure than my relocation. You paint quite the picture! Thanks for sharing!
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