The Road Trip Queen

The Road Trip Queen

Posted on July 16 by admin
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I don’t mean to brag or anything, but I am the Queen of Road Trips.

While other kids went to camp over the summer, or visited grandparents, or went skiing in the Alps, my parents piled my brother and I into our van and took off on 3-6 week family vacations. By the time I was twelve I had been to every province and territory in Canada – excluding the Northwest Territories and Nunavut.

What brought on the traveling bug for my parents? My Dad is a high school History teacher and he was getting tired of kids who went to Europe during the summer and who didn’t know anything really about their own country. He decided that before my brother and I went to Europe we would see our own country first.

Now that I’m 25 I have to say that I think he had a very good point. I’ve never met anyone else who has driven to both coasts of Canada. I’ve seen L’Anse aux Meadows, icebergs, and humpback whales in Newfoundland, red dirt and the Anne of Green Gables musical in PEI, the home of the Bluenose in Nova Scotia, and the longest covered bridge in New Brunswick. I’ve gotten lost in detours in Quebec, wondered when we were ever going to get out of Ontario, blinked and almost missed Manitoba, seen lightning storms in Saskatchewan, the Calgary Stampede in Alberta, had our van broken into in Vancouver but saw orcas in Victoria which made up for it, and panned for gold in the Yukon. I’ve also been on the top of the world highway in Alaska and let me tell you guard rails are really not that highway’s strong suit.

I loved these family vacations – I’ve seen things that few people ever really get to see or experience. The one downside though is that I can’t read in the car, so the 6-8 hour days of driving were hard sometimes because reading + car motion = my stomach very unhappy. It’s not just cars – I also can’t read on the streetcar, bus, train, or subway either. So when I see people reading on transportation I am supremely jealous, and it leads me to ask this question that has been bugging me for years: what do you read on a road trip?

Image is of the Cabot Trail in Cape Breton Nova Scotia.