DREAM: Drive across the country and back with my kids.
METHOD: Minivan on The Oregon Trail to Portland Oregon, down the West Coast on Scenic Highway 1 and across to Texas via Route 66, then down to coastal Texas and New Orleans before heading back East to South Carolina.
Mama Kisha, 32; Haven, 8; Shelton; 5 turning 6 in Idaho; Isa, 3; Mama Charmaine; 42, Gabby, 7; and Mrs. Crawford, 72.
This is what happened….
Years ago, my middle school social studies teacher Ms. Atkinson put us all to sleep with talks of The Great Lakes that bordered the US and Canada. I still wanted to see them though- to see how they earned their name. Stretching out like five plump disjointed fingers beckoning travelers from both sides to slide across her silky blue hands, they did seem quite inviting. Lake Erie would be our second stop. First, we had to make it out of Brooklyn, over the Manhattan Bridge, and onto the Westside Highway in route to our first stop in Cooperstown, NY.
We were both excited and nervous. Just over two thousand and nine hundred miles separated us from our first major goal of Portland, Oregon, and we had only previously been to a handful of the diverse roster of destinations on our journey. Nonetheless, we packed up my Honda Odyssey with just enough clothes and supplies for a week on the road, packed our cooler with enough fresh fruit and snacks for the first few days, filled up at a station on Flatbush, and pressed on the gas. At this point, to go was our only option.
In Cooperstown, we enjoyed a day at The Fly Creek Apple Orchard. After walking through the general store and sampling the delicious sauces, salsas (the corn salsa was the best!), and treats on display, we enjoyed feeding the geese and fish in the koi pond. Upstate NY is filled with small-town charm, and Mrs. Crawford especially enjoyed the beautiful architecture. Still in our home state, we had already tasted our first dose of adventure at just the right pace.