Most generally to Colorado because my dad was an enthusiastic hiker. As a kid I enjoyed the climbs but as a teenager not so much, especially the summers we stayed in Georgetown (before the interstate came through and it was just this cool little town, not what it is now) and my uncle's family was there. I preferred to hang out with my cousin Judy and some of the local kids and other teenagers who were vacationing there. My parents were just sure I was getting into trouble but it was all very innocent.
Other trips were to New Mexico, Wyoming, and the Dakotas, but one memorable summer we diverge. We started out by taking the ferry across Lake Michigan from Milwaukee to Ludington, MI, then a leisurely trip back down along all the Great Lakes during which I think we kids got wet in every one of them. We ended up in Sault Ste. Marie for several days, which was fun; I loved watching the ships go through the locks there. Then we came back home to Madison down the rest of the UP and through parts of Wisconsin I was unfamiliar with.
Not to mention that every summer we visited our grandparents in Missouri. First we would go to my dad's parents in Columbia; their house was just a few blocks from the MU campus. That was a long day trip before the interstates were finished, so my dad would try to vary the routes to keep us all from being bored to death but it was often a long, hot, sticky ride. At some point during that visit, my mom and us kids would go on to Osceola to visit her parents. That was another long, dusty trip on local buses that they had in those days. Osceola is a tiny town in the Ozarks but is still the county seat of St. Clair County. Four some reason my dad never went with us and I never thought to ask Mom why. He did drive down to get us though. That part of the trip stopped when my grandmother Mills died when I was 15.
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