We’re at Starbucks at SR 40 & I-95. They’re advertising iced drinks on the door. But why buy a beverage when you can step right inside and freeze?
What’s the longest you’ve ever driven without stopping? A half a day? Twenty-four hours? More? Well, try this on for size: We needed to get from Mesa Verde National Park in Colorado back to our home in Orlando. But we only had two days. That’s about 2,000 miles and at least 30 hours of driving.
During the next month, we’ll be trekking across the United States and Canada by car, stopping at random Starbucks restaurants along the way until we reach our final destination: the Starbucks at First and Pike in Seattle.
We’re about to embark on an (almost) nine-week road trip from Florida, across Canada, back through the northern states of the US and home. With more than 20 stops over 50 plus days this is by far the most sophisticated itinerary we’ve attempted.
Want to start an argument? Just ask two people to define an “epic” adventure. And then walk away. Don’t worry, I won’t do that. But allow me to add my two cents to the debate: I don’t think it’s where you go but what you do that matters the most.
It only takes few minutes in Dallas to know that they’re happy you decided to visit. For someone originally from New York, it was a little disconcerting, but my Florida-born kids loved the attention.
When you think of Southern Indiana, do images of sweeping plains, dotted with picturesque farms come to mind? Yeah, me too. The last thing I expected to find was an ornate, turn-of-the-century European-style resort, an over-the-top historic hotel or an adrenaline-laced adventure park.
Any road trip that requires more than 12 hours in a car is, by its very nature, extreme. Add kids to the equation, and it becomes a test of your character – and theirs. We’ve been traveling with our family of five since our oldest (now 13) was in diapers, and we know a thing or two about endurance.
Minneapolis looks just like any other big American city. There are skyscrapers, fast-talking urbanites, streetcars and even a brand-new football stadium being constructed in a revitalized part of town. But Minneapolis sounds different. It’s in the way they talk here, a peculiar way of saying things that betrays a Scandinavian sense of understatedness.
Most people know a big city by its skyline, but in Chicago, despite its instantly recognizable silhouette, it’s all about the waterways. At least that’s how our family sees it.