I consider myself lucky growing up. Born and raised in the same small town in eastern Oregon. Didn’t move until I was 22. And even went to college in this town.
I had friends come and go in my life because their families moved. There wasn’t a military base nearby, so didn’t see a huge flux of kids in and out of my life.
The real lucky part was the summer between my third- and fourth-grade year. My maternal grandparents decided to take a car trip around the majority of the United States to visit family and friends. Little did I know that this was the last real adventure with my grandfather who passed away from cancer about year later.
We started in Oregon and drove south through Nevada and along the southern boarder of the US to Florida where we spent a few days at Disney World, NASA and Bush Gardens. Then traveled through the Carolinas and the midwest up to Chicago where my grandparent grew up. Then back to Oregon. All along the way seeing great historical spot of America and catching a few Major League baseball games.
This past year has been another busy traveling spurt in my life. A few trips to California, a trip to Florida (which I had visited before) and last week for my brother’s wedding in Ohio, where I knocked off another five states (Pennsylvania, Ohio, West Virginia and Michigan) on the list. It only took just over 6,400 miles to do this.
Now that I’m close to visiting all 50 states, I see potential to creating some great memories with my son. Just as we did with the trip to the midwest. It was his first airplane ride. Time to start planning a trip to the New England states and Alaska, then my journey will be complete.

