Since I was 10 and my Dad took me on a trip to Yosemite, just the two of us, we’ve been the traveling buddies in the family. We’ve seen a lot in the 50 years since that first road trip, from the stone bridges of Maine to the rain forests of Vancouver Island, BC. We did a roadside geology tour of Arizona, taking the most meandering route from Phoenix to Prescott. We rode the funicular in Quebec City, drove the length of the Jersey Shore, and visited the concrete ship just south of Santa Cruz. Almost every year lately, I’d…
