Some of my earliest travel memories are from a road trip when I was five years old and my brother was eight. My parents loaded their new green 1954 Chevy coupe with luggage, a mattress on the back seat, my older brother and myself and took off across the country. I remember Yellowstone Park and the bears, geysers, and steam. From there we traveled to Donner Pass and I heard the story recounted about the Donner party losing their lives in a blizzard. Being in Hollywood and meeting Trigger (Roy Roger’s horse) was a high point. My mother had a nice little brownie camera and took lots of slides that I am slowly copying into digital format-hmm, inherited photo ability? I remember many exhortations in response to my “I’m thirsty!”, to swallow my spit as we drove for miles and miles, keeping canvas water bags full for the radiator (Death Valley?), lots of oil derricks pumping beside the highways (Texas?).
During what I thought was my first trip to Yosemite in September 2013, memories came forward about that trip from 58 years ago as I drove through the Tioga Pass, into the valley, and visited the Sequoia grove – Deja Vu. My Freshly Pressed award winning blog is about that recent Yosemite! trip.
So perhaps those early trip memories gave me wanderlust in my recent years? That and the fact that all my children moved west over the years and I missed them! So now I travel in my RV to places I’ve always wanted to go, along with visiting the family. So far, I’ve been exploring the great state of California, as that’s where the family is. I was surprised to like it so much. My many jet trips over the years had not endeared California to my heart: it seemed fake, no water, irrigation, people rushing at 85 mph on the freeways. But, since slowing down and staying in a couple of places for months on end, I’ve fallen in love with the scenic beauty of the area, and the people are super nice.
My blog thus far, has shown my trip across the U.S. , from North Carolina, Tennessee, Mississippi, Louisiana, Texas, Arizona and the places I’ve photographed along the way.
My blog name is taken from a hill just northwest of where I lived in Maryland called Egg Hill. Years ago before modern technology, there was a fire tower atop the 422′ hill – the highest point in the eastern part of the county. By climbing the tower, you could see the Chesapeake Bay 15 miles southwest; Newark, Delaware 10 miles east; and Perryville, Maryland 20 miles west. This is no mean feat in country that is covered by trees and you’re lucky to be able to see a half mile ahead! It seems really strange that now I’m living amongst 13,000′ mountains and can see for 50 or 75 miles depending on the haze. The tower has been torn down and the irreplaceable photos I took from it were thrown away by person unnamed who was cleaning out ‘unnecessary’ stuff. Perhaps that pushes me to be out taking photos so often.