What comes to mind
when you hear the phrase, Road Trip? Gas, food and lodging,
right? My childhood memory of road trips past includes rest stops,
breakfasts at Denny's, Lysol scented motels and pools with slides. And
we all know a road trip isn't complete unless you've leafed through the
travel brochures in the motel lobby and pulled out the one about CAVES.
Whenever I hear "road trip," my childhood self thinks gas, food,
lodging...and caves.
At a park recently, my new friend Jeriann
tells me she has this crazy idea to drive from the Bay Area to Minnesota
on a three week road trip with her husband and young son, staying at
campgrounds along the way. It's all part of what she calls a "volunteer
vacation" in which they'll head to Austin, Minnesota to teach remedial
English to Laotian immigrant school children before the school year
resumes. As I wonder to myself whether they'll stop and visit some
caves, she adds, laughing, "It gets crazier ... I'll be cooking on the
hood."
Cooking? You mean frying an egg on the hood
of your car, right? You mean placing the Coleman stove atop the hood,
right?
No. Cooking, like on the engine, under the hood.
Under the hood?
While driving.
While driving?
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