It begins in Arizona. With dinosaurs.
I’d been on a cross-country road trip before, when I was young and the family moved from California to Maine. Me and our dog, Jack, in the backseat of the’57 Mercedes. I was fascinated by dinosaurs on that road trip, too, forcing my father to stop exclusively at Sinclair gas stations, giant green brontosaurus statues beckoning. I wondered if they liked being stuck in one place. I wanted to release them so they could roam freely.
Forty-four years later, I took that road trip again.
And again, I was moving to Maine. Sort of.
My grandparents in rural Idaho ran a convenience store and Sinclair gas station attached to their house. The gas station closed when I was a kid, but they had all kinds of Sinclair signage and promo stuff they let us grandkids play with.
I'm a sucker for a great road trip and I love reading road trip stories. I know this trip is quite different for you, but I hope you still find some unexpected delights!
Sounds like a fun road trip!