Note to Self: Stop at Jack Sisemore's Traveland RV Museum
Our long drives skirt Route 66, known as the Mother Road. Mike reports on the appearance and disappearance of the old road as we fly along at 70 mph. He bemoans the collapse of old houses and stores that boardered the route before the interstate took over.
I've never been much of a camper, but the romance of the road pulls at me. There was a time in the 70s when I longed to travel the country in an Airstream. It seemed part of being in the West, A way to hit the road, but have stability. Now it just seems like another home to care for, but I haven't given up. My neighbors Nancy and Lisa in Lexington often take their camper to not far away places just to enjoy the great views. I had a vision of traveling in my Honda Element when I first got it, but that has become a distant desire. Still, there is nothing like cooking in outdoors, the smell of fresh air and freedom for breakfast.