And I’ve Had Quite a Few
By Jeff Salter
This week we’re blogging about vacation misadventures (vacations gone wrong). Gosh, where to start?
As a kid, my family vacations could be described as days of tedium followed by mere hours of enjoyment — but the enjoyment was terrific.
As an adult, I never cared for vacations… for a number of reasons.
One: I was usually busy at work anyway… and knew I could later take the cash (when I departed for either another job or eventual retirement) for any un-used days. That was money in the bank.
Two: My wife and kids usually preferred to go visit my in-laws than to travel to some exotic location that we couldn’t afford to visit anyway. As much as I loved my in-laws, I didn’t want to spend my vacation residing with them because I’d usually end up with a project like helping them paint their house.
Three: Vacations were (and are) expensive and my young family seldom had a dollar bill to spare.
All that said, I still have numerous memories of vacation mishaps. I have company this week so I’m not sure I can focus my brain on any new recollections of episodes, but I do have a list of former blogs on this general subject.
So let’s begin with one of the most notable:
Broke down after a sand storm…
…and left in the desert. This one occurred when I was in eighth grade… and was quite an adventure in the days before cell phones and GPS.
The strain of a train is a pain
Another standout – decades later than the one above – is this condensation of my account of my first rail travel as an adult.
Our very first family vacation…
…when I was in second grade. This wasn’t a trip of misadventures, per se, but when you cram a family of five (and luggage) in to a VW Beetle and drive from Louisiana to California (and back)… you have to expect a certain degree of discomfort. The whole long way.
I can’t leave the topic of family vacations without listing some of the numerous parks we visited:
Have YOU had any vacation misadventures?
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