maps
This morning I unthinkingly pitched the road atlas that got soaked when the car took on 2 feet of water. It wasn't until I was well away from the dumpster that I remembered that the double page map of North America at the start of the book was where I'd been highlighting all of the highways on which I'd driven. :/ Basically, if it's near the eastern seaboard and has I in the highway name, I've probably driven most of it. There was also a long line extending all the way across from Seattle to Boston following I90. And a line connecting Dallas and Austin. I left off the Trans Canada Highway, since I was too young to drive when we moved from point to point along it, and I was just keeping a record of roads where I'd been behind the wheel.
I haven't done a long road trip since that cross country one, so I'm not too too sad to have lost the record, I hadn't thought about it in a while. I have the travel diaries, and I could, if I wanted to, plot the trips out on an online mapping site. There was still a bit of a twinge as I let it go, though. I'd started recording my trips when I saw my dad's map of Europe, more ink than clear, showing all of his road trips from when he was stationed in Germany. Not that I'll have any kids who'd like to see my maps, but I could have bored my hypothetical nieces or nephews with them. :)
I haven't done a long road trip since that cross country one, so I'm not too too sad to have lost the record, I hadn't thought about it in a while. I have the travel diaries, and I could, if I wanted to, plot the trips out on an online mapping site. There was still a bit of a twinge as I let it go, though. I'd started recording my trips when I saw my dad's map of Europe, more ink than clear, showing all of his road trips from when he was stationed in Germany. Not that I'll have any kids who'd like to see my maps, but I could have bored my hypothetical nieces or nephews with them. :)