When I was growing up, we didn't have much money but my dad always took us on some kind of vacation every summer. We often went with my Aunt Beverly and Grandpa and Grandma Sanders.One year he built his own camper and we went to Yellowstone and Canada. We had a great time and stopped to play softball whenever we could find an open space that was on public land. We went also to California a couple of times which included going to Disneyland when it was very new. My brother Chris and I both loved the ocean so much. My brother stayed out in the ocean too long and got 3rd degree burns once.
Even after I was married, we would travel with my mom and dad on many trips. They were good enough to let some of the kids sleep with them in their trailer. We either slept in the truck sleeper or in the station wagon with the seats laid down. One trip to the Oregon coast was very memorable when Alex buried the kids in the sand with just their heads out. We went to the Grand Canyon North Rim, camped in Mesa Verde and to the WA rain forests as well. There were so many times we went to different places that I just can't name them all.
The last trip we took with my parents was to Branson MO. We had a wonderful time. We used walkie talkies to communicate with each other. I do miss those wonderful days of summer long ago.
