I live in Washington. My paternal grandparents are buried in Wyoming, my maternal grandparents are buried in Arizona, and my stepmother’s father is buried in Oregon whereas her mother is living in Utah.
I remember those days! My old plugger would get zoned in on driving and ignore all those pleas until the kids eyes were floating. Sometimes with unfortunate results.
From our home, it was a four hour drive to my parents when our children were going up so it wasn’t too bad. My wife’s parents live just down the road(abt 14 miles)—even better !
We were lucky, too. My paternal grandparents were about an hour away (first in Los Angeles then they moved to Oceanside – we lived in Anaheim). We visited them at least once a month, and both houses were wonderlands for children. My maternal grandparents, on the other hand, lived in Southern Oregon, and that was a two-day trip. We only managed it every other summer. (On alternate years, they came to our house.)
For my husband’s grandmother’s funeral, we did a non-stop trip from DC to Hibbing MN one February – 20 1/2 hours straight through a mid-west blizzard with 4 adults, a dog and a big cooler crammed into an old Plymouth Duster.Only two of us drove -as one drove, the other driver slept.Our only stops were for gas, getting snacks and everything else done while the tank was fillingAfter that trip, driving with kids in the car was a vacation.
Even when our kids were little, this was never a problem because my wife was always looking for the next “rest stop” and made sure we took every advantage!.Now that we are “seniors”, the stops are even more frequent… for her anyway! Always remember, it’s for better and for worse, ’till death do you part!
Templo S.U.D. about 9 years ago
I live in Washington. My paternal grandparents are buried in Wyoming, my maternal grandparents are buried in Arizona, and my stepmother’s father is buried in Oregon whereas her mother is living in Utah.
LuvThemPluggers about 9 years ago
I remember those days! My old plugger would get zoned in on driving and ignore all those pleas until the kids eyes were floating. Sometimes with unfortunate results.
IndyMan about 9 years ago
From our home, it was a four hour drive to my parents when our children were going up so it wasn’t too bad. My wife’s parents live just down the road(abt 14 miles)—even better !
JanLC about 9 years ago
We were lucky, too. My paternal grandparents were about an hour away (first in Los Angeles then they moved to Oceanside – we lived in Anaheim). We visited them at least once a month, and both houses were wonderlands for children. My maternal grandparents, on the other hand, lived in Southern Oregon, and that was a two-day trip. We only managed it every other summer. (On alternate years, they came to our house.)
ladylagomorph76 about 9 years ago
When we were courting I made it abundantly clear to my intended, now husband…I don’t do road trips. To many as a kid.
ellisaana Premium Member about 9 years ago
For my husband’s grandmother’s funeral, we did a non-stop trip from DC to Hibbing MN one February – 20 1/2 hours straight through a mid-west blizzard with 4 adults, a dog and a big cooler crammed into an old Plymouth Duster.Only two of us drove -as one drove, the other driver slept.Our only stops were for gas, getting snacks and everything else done while the tank was fillingAfter that trip, driving with kids in the car was a vacation.
neverenoughgold about 9 years ago
Even when our kids were little, this was never a problem because my wife was always looking for the next “rest stop” and made sure we took every advantage!.Now that we are “seniors”, the stops are even more frequent… for her anyway! Always remember, it’s for better and for worse, ’till death do you part!
I'll fly away about 9 years ago
Reminds of when the dog threw up in the back of the station wagon and my brothers followed suit. That was one stinky car ride.