Road Trip aka How to Add 17 Hours to Your Drive Home

Road Trip aka How to Add 17 Hours to Your Drive Home


Making the trip between home—Oklahoma—and the state the Navy has currently assigned us—California—is a long, often repeated one, which in hand makes it rather boring. We think of it as the “beaten path.”

During a visit home this summer, my dad suggested we take an alternate route back—up through Colorado. I consider this one “the road less travelled.”

Pops said once we reached the major interstate there would be less traffic and it is always very scenic, though he did admit it would add “a little time” to our drive.

It added about 17 hours.

I will concede the drive was beautiful. We wound our way through the mountains of Colorado—at one time going a spritely 10 MPH—which is when the “expressive language” began oozing from the driver’s seat. The comments grew louder when the snow began to fall; keeping in mind this was mid-July.

My reaction to said driver’s irritation—giggling—did not help the situation much. And I will probably have to commit our drive through Breckenridge to memory as I was promised this trip is not to be repeated: EVER.

We did finally arrive back in California; I was able to get a few photographs of a new area; and the twitch in my husband’s cheek isn’t quite as pronounced every time Colorado is mentioned.

But I don’t think he will take my dad’s recommendation for a road trip any time in the next decade or so. In fact, I’m quite sure of it.



Michael, somewhere in Colorado on the infamous trip pops suggested we take.
according to Michael: never again.


“you can take one picture.”

i took about twenty.

“i said you could take one.”

so I took just one more.

Farm Frame

Farm Frame

Almost, Not Quite

Almost, Not Quite