June 30, 1992: The End of the Last Vacation

Left Littletown, New Hampshire and drove the remaining distance back home to Peoria, New York today.  This was to be a momentous day in my personal history, and my parents’ as well, I suppose.  This was the final day, of the final vacation that we would ever really take as a family.  At least in the traditional sense of me being a child and vacationing with my parents.  In a year I would be working all summer and unable to take time off to get away other than to look at colleges and far too busy with social commitments to leave for an extended period of time.  And the summer after that I would end up leaving for university in Michigan almost immediately after high school graduation.  So this was it, the last hurrah.  The final big trip that we would have together in this way.

In total it was 2,682 miles on this trip.  The longest that I will have drive and/or ridden on a road trip for more than a decade.  (I won’t surpass this in a single trip until my honeymoon in 2004, returning to many of the same locations.)

 

[Written: 23 Feb 2016]