I hated even the idea of traveling, so the compromise was for me to take home with me. I LOVED it! A shame we couldn’t reach Las Vegas for the convention. It was designed for doggy comfort. A cherry queen anne table sat to the right of my passenger chair, with cushions for the lucky dogs to cuddle close. Everything fitted into plastic bins for traveling, with more doggy beds on top. Cushions on the bedroom desk ledge let them look out the window while traveling. It was definitely designed for them.
We did genealogy, going to the graves of my relatives and visiting research libraries. It turns out that Henry Livingston’s grandson became the IL Senator and Chief Justice of the IL Supreme Court, so he has his own big archive collection. I was able to find old family letters Henry had written to his fiance that were sent to the grandson when they divided up Henry’s estate after his death. Also, when the grandson first left home, Henry wrote him letter after letter giving him advice, from the point of view of a judge, of how to be a good and moral lawyer. The grandson practiced law at the same time as Lincoln in the same circuit.
I loved the campground owners and the people we met. Wonderful stories. So many backgrounds so you learned something new all the time. Didn’t matter the size of the RV or the size of the tent. Everyone was the same and part of an extended family. Walks and flowers and fresh air. And I still got to go home every night.
Staying a month sounds perfect. You get to find the best driveins and take out, the little nooks the locals usually don’t bother with. I love people, too. I hope you can go back to some of the places you passed thru that looked intriguing. And at the perfect times of year.
I have traced my fathers family back to the highlands of Scotland and the Chattan confederation.
The confederation was designed to offset the numerical advantage the lowland Scots had over the highlanders.
When the English “unified” the island under their rule my ancestors remained true Scotsmen and continued to be a PITA to the crown.
My ancestors were rounded up and shipped off to Virginia in the new American colonies.
My mom’s family is pure English on her mothers side but her fathers family originated in Germany along the Rhine river.
Back when England was as much swampland as farmland someone had the bright idea of bringing some Germans from along the Rhine to England and paying them to drain the swamps since they had done such a good job in Germany.
Granddads family took the job and went to England. Once they spent a few years in England they decided to stay and took part of their pay in land.
Once the colonies opened up an enterprising younger son decided to cross the ocean and make his way here.
This genealogy thing can be fun if you want to put the time into it.
I once heard campgrounds referred to as “an eclectic mix of Drysdales and Clampetts” by a campground owner.
Being a people person I love them.