On the road again: Car trip memories…
I hit the road last week; I didn't make it far out of town, but the drive landed me in a whole different dimension — the Winnipeg Folk Festival. This year marks the fiftieth (50th!!) anniversary of Manitoba’s beloved "people and music" festival to which people come from near and far. I was keen to attend because Allison Russell was playing on the main stage on opening night and I had never seen her perform live before. She did not disappoint.
For many of us able to get out of town during the summer months, the call of a road trip can be a powerful thing — regardless of the destination.
I’m no Jack Kerouac and I’ve never been close to Route 66, but I do love the open road. Not so much the getting ready for it, but the being on it. The turning of the wheels and the being on the way to somewhere. That, for me, is the allure of the road.
I’ve never traveled on the road in a VW camper, though that is a fantasy that would exist on my bucket list if I had such a list. I would name the van ‘Daisy’ and I would want to have found her in an old fashioned newspaper ad, bought from someone who was sad to part with her but needing to pass her along. She would be a vintage model from, say 1971, refurbished, lovingly maintained and now ready for me as her new owner. I’d want her body to be that iconic burnt-orange colour, with a white roof that pops up and out for air to flow through once we had found our perfect stopping place — quiet, with a view, and no neighbours in sight or sound.
But all that is fantasy.
The road trips that are not fantasy are these from my own life —
In 1971, we took a family holiday in BC, driving the main roads and the side roads, from one beautiful national or provincial park to another, in a truck camper. It was exciting — exploring British Columbia, having camp fires, seeing bears, panning for gold in Barkerville. My memories are of good adventurous fun.
In 1982, my first girlfriend and I car camped our way from Edmonton to New York City and back again, all in a little Chevy sedan of some kind. I don’t remember much from this trip, and I can hardly believe that we navigated our way into and back out of New York City with nothing more than the CAA’s paper TripTik to guide us, but we did. Youth is a wonderful time to take to the open road and see where you can find yourself.
In 1986, my next girlfriend and I drove cross-country from Edmonton to Halifax for her first post-PhD job contract. We stuffed what possessions we could into the Toyota Tercel hatchback and took off, staying in motels along the way. With two nights in Montreal to visit a friend, it took us a total of 7 days to arrive in our new home. It took several days and a great deal of anxious searching to find a place to actually live. Which we did, living there happily for two years before driving back West to Winnipeg.
In 1997, I was well committed to Val and, together, we car camped from Winnipeg to Arizona in a VW Golf, leaving just after the April blizzard and returning home in time for the spring floods. In between, we saw the ups and downs of the Dakotas, the open spaces of Wyoming, and the beauty of Utah’s canyons where, one morning, we awoke to snow on the tent roof. My fondest memory is maybe of the desert-sun-heated water-bottle bird bath behind the rocks in Joshua Tree park. Our food was divided into breakfast, lunch and supper totes filled with dehydrated meals, because we were at the tail-end of the strict diet Val was on following her first diagnosis of cancer, so feeding ourselves from our own stores was important. That made meal prep both routine and predictable within the tight constraints of camp stoves and coolers.
Less predictable was our time in 1999 on Mexico’s Yucatan peninsula. We flew down, then rented a VW Beetle so we could explore the area—one day, bird watching, including colourful parrots; the next, we played in the ocean waves; another, we drove to quite literally a hole in the ground and went down steps to swim underground in a cenote. Another day, we climbed the ruins at Chichen Itza and enjoyed an outdoor lunch in Merida. But nothing, really, was better than the avocados bought from the local shop that we made into guacamole and had with a cold beer on the tiled terrace of our top-floor apartment overlooking the beach and the ocean. That view, the sun, the sky. The peace. Wow.
Once we owned the cottage on Lake Winnipeg, the only road trips we took were to and from that known location in our station wagon. We never did get the 'getting ready' part of those trips down to a science, but we always managed to get everything necessary packed in. Once loaded up, we motored along non-stop until we arrived at our destination. No dilly dallying along the way for us on those trips; they were all about getting to where we were going.
No matter where they take you, road trips create long-lasting memories and seed stories that get passed down through the family or friend group. The best road trips include good snacks, interesting conversation and great radio, all in a car sufficiently comfortable to make the trip itself enjoyable.
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NOTE: This piece was sparked by an old fashioned newspaper ad that included mention of a VW Beetle for sale; I riffed on that to bring forth my fantasy about the VW camper and, from there, I jogged down memory lane, weaving a tale from the various road trips I've been on in different vehicles over the course of my life. Pulling them together into this story reminds me how a road trip does much more for us than get us from A to B; it sets us up for being there. And teaches us, too, that the journey is no less important than the destination. When it all comes together, the whole is, indeed, greater than the sum of its parts.
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VW camper photo by Stas Bezukh on Unsplash
Brings back memories. But you didn’t have four children in the back seats did you!
ReplyDeleteI think my most memorable road trip took place the summer that I was seven and a half years old. My parents and I flew down from Churchill and together with my maternal grandparents we rented a motor home and drove across the prairies to Victoria. Our motor home got a flat tire before we even made it out of Manitoba! We were pulled over on the side of a hot highway while my father and grandpa struggled to fix it and frustratingly discovered that it did not come with all the necessary tools to change a flat tire! Once we were back on the road we made stops in Regina to visit my paternal grandparents, Lake Louise, Banff, Jasper, the Calgary Stampede and KOA campgrounds all the way to British Columbia. My mother bought me a set of thick Disney books full of short stories. I probably had them all read before we arrived in Alberta! I remember one night we couldn’t find a campground with space and we kept travelling on and on to the next one and then the next one with no luck. My exhausted father finally called it quits and we settled in some parking lot where we weathered a tremendous thunderstorm that shook and pounded the motor home! I loved every minute of this trip relishing in the time spent travelling with grandparents that I would only get to see once or twice per year.
ReplyDeleteThanks Amanda, I love road trips too, now! When I was young road trips consisted of driving to our grandparents, with six kids plus our parents in the car it was NOT fun. Now I would like to do a road trip from my home in Edmonton to Haida Gwaii, I've heard it's magnificent.
ReplyDeleteWe are so happy that you found us on your trip almost forty years ago and that we remain friends today. Miriam & Rob
ReplyDeleteRoad trips are the best. I grew up with them thanks to my parents and then cousins as we got cars and drivers licenses. These types of trips were a part of my entire life and such grand times and memories. I loved how you laid yours out, and the description of your 'wishful' VW is incredible. This description takes a reader many, many places. Thank you Amanda.
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