The tale of my first road trip with Z, Seven Miles From Gorda, has been getting a lot play lately – it was in the latest Postie Carnival 12 and took second place in Brat Shannon’s latest contest. This, of course, has me jonesin’ for another trip. With Rover’s mechanical issues it’s certainly not going to happen soon, but that doesn’t mean I can’t start planning.
I’m thinking it’s time to up the ante. I’m considering starting to lobby for a full two-week trip with Z as soon as she gets out of school next summer. We both really want to go to Alaska, but the U.S. Government refuses to give me a passport, so I’m not allowed to leave the country. Not even for the short skip across the edge of British Columbia it takes to get to Alaska. So, despite the heat, we’ll probably be heading south.
There’s a lot that can be explored in the Southwest – Carlsbad Caverns, the Grand Canyon, Four Corners, the London Bridge, the Manzanar Internment Camp, and theme parks galore. Of course, I also really want Z to experience the Republic of Molossia, which is north of us. So many choices, so little gas.