As any parent knows, there is no way possible to avoid these four little words when traveling by car with children. And for my husband and I to expose ourselves to those very words, say, 422 times a day in a two-week span, you might just call us crazy.
But this is exactly what we are doing. Going on the All-American Road Trip with our eight- and eleven-year old sons.
I've driven cross-country twice before: once from Massachusetts to Denver as a kid with my dad and step-mom, and again as a 22-year-old with my then-husband and a year-old beagle, driving from New Hampshire to Seattle.
But I have never taken a road trip with my kids. We've hit the highways and byways around New England, to Maine or Martha's Vineyard from our home in New Hampshire, but we've never taken an extended trip by car.
It's time.
The boys are at the right age. Long gone are the strollers and sippy cups. My job as an elementary school teacher-librarian provides me the time during the summer break. My husband is taking two weeks off from work for the first time. Ever.
Our destination: Yellowstone National Park. There and back. With stops in-between.
Wish us luck.
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