This past summer our family completed a roadtrip across this great land which, besides exposing us to the beauty of the US National Parks system, also required that we smoosh our family of five into a single hotel room each evening (I know, I know–I’m just not a happy camper).
During one such evening, we huddled around the television screen, nursing our hiking blisters, and to our great delight a re-run of Saturday Night Live was on. This particular episode featured Tina Fey and Amy Poehler as co-hosts. My children sat, transfixed, by the wit, sarcasm, and social commentary of these two talented comedians. Our youngest daughter, who will be a 7th grader this year, was particularly smitten by Tina Fey’s ascerbic stylings.
The remainder of our summer has been spent with her conducting further research about Ms. Fey. This included watching numerous YouTube clips, recounting those clips in painstaking detail to her parents while walking the dog, requesting, receiving, and subsequently reading Ms. Fey’s book, BossyPants, for her birthday, and contemplating the career options for women who love to tell jokes.
This past week, in dire need of some productive activities for my children as I prep for the oncoming semester and they still revel in summer freedom, I suggested my daughter formalize her research on Ms. Fey into a reports, of sorts, in order to inform others about Ms. Fey’s greatness. She has graciously allowed me to post this report on my blog.
I hope you enjoy it. . .
Yes, my daughter now knows about the Honeymooners. Not sure if she looked up any of those clips on YouTube, though. . .
Note to Tina Fey: Apparently you need to get yourself out there more.
Sub-Note to My Daughter: Queuing up Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt next, honey.
Our family of 5 (including myself, my hubby, and our 3 teenage children) decided our family vacation this year should be a wanderlust-ful road trip where planning was thrown into the wind (along with all of those hours spent poring over Travelocity and TripAdvisor in search of travel revelations) and we instead simply hit the road with a few destinations in mind and let the wind and I-80 carry us onward.
I was not keen on this idea, being a born planner and finding great solace in knowing where I am going, when I will be there, and when I will return home and be able to sleep in my own bed. But, the family had spoken and the resounding call was, “Be Spontaneous!”
5500 miles and 2 weeks later, I can honestly say that I learned a lot on this trip and, more importantly, being set free from the burden of hotel reservations and travel deadlines was, in fact, GLORIOUS.
In other words, spontaneity proved to be more than just tolerable. It was, indeed, a great deal of fun.
Thinking of a Road Trip yourself? Check out below my
4 Lessons from the Road
. . . one planner to another ;>)
Lesson 1: There is no shame in feeding your family Taco Bell hunched over a petite and shabby hotel table at 10pm
At home, we eat mostly home-cooked meals. Kale and quinoa make regular appearances on our dinner table, along with a variety of undefined root vegetables that I should know the names for but don’t. In other words, we try to feed our family clean and nutritious food. Enter our extended road trip, featuring unknown destinations, endpoints, and available feeding opportunities.
Many small towns or freeway exit ramps do not offer fresh, local food to the uninformed traveler. Instead, across America we found the most prominent feeding opportunities available to us when we were exhausted, at the end of a long day driving, and searching for some sustenance before collapsing at our hotel were fast food and, even more specifically, Subway or Taco Bell (McDonald’s being surprisingly absent from many of these locales). And so there we were, eating a Grande Meal and then some at the end of a long day, huddled like vagabonds around the little table.
And you know what, it was delicious!
I’m certainly glad we are in a position to afford healthy and local food on a regular basis at home, and realize many families struggle to access that quality of food (an issue which is worthy of an entire blogpost on its own), but in the microcosm of our family roadtrip, I found it freeing and fun to eat a few meals that were more out of desperation than discovery. And, as we ate our bean burritos and tried to sauce up our tacos with limited elbow room, we had a good family laugh that last well into the next day.
Lesson 2: Just Buy the National Park Annual Pass
If you are heading out west, then you are bound to here the call of our amazing US National Parks. Once you get out into the longitude of the Dakotas, you are in line with a spectacular set of Park options. Even if you think you will only go and see, say, the Badlands in S. Dakota, and maybe the Rockies, I am here to tell you that (if you are anything like me) you are fooling yourself.
Inevitably, what will happen is that you will hike one National Park, be astonished by its wonders, and find yourself saying, “Well, it’s only 3 hours to . . . ” and then off you go to your next National Park destination. In all, we went to the following National Parks or Monuments:
Badlands National Park
Wind Cave National Park
Rocky Mountain National Park
Arches National Park
Bryce Canyon National Park
Zion National Park
Grand Canyon National Park
Petrified Forest National Park
I mean, just look at the map:
Tons of options for you, each just a few hours apart. We eventually made it all the way to the Grand Canyon because it was only a few hours away from Zion and we figured, if we made it this far from home, how could we not take our kids to see one of the natural wonders of the world?
So, buy the annual pass and it will pay for itself within the first two or three parks you enter. Plus, you’ll feel like a Real Boss when you get to skip the entrance line kiosk and instead just swipe your card and breeze on through into the park. Worth. Every. Penny.
Lesson 3: Listen to the Rangers, not the Masses
At Bryce Canyon National Park, we were warned off from doing any serious hiking by Ranger at the Visitor Center who informed us that storms were rolling in later that afternoon and the Canyon gets many lightning strikes during a storm, which obviously is a danger to hikers.
But, when we arrived at the Canyon and its many trails we were met with hordes of people enjoying the views and embarking or returning from hikes. We figured, if they are doing it, well. . . (I know the irony of this group pressure, given that I am the mother of 3 teens who regularly talks with them about following your own instincts, etc.).
Regardless, we headed off on our 3 mile hike through the canyon, assuming illogically that being surrounded by masses of people would protect us from any natural injuries. The first 3/4 of the hike were lovely. The towers of the canyon were gorgeous and unique, and the trail took us through a variety of formations within the canyon.
Then came the climb up, where we needed to move ourselves up a 1/2 mile of switch backs straight up the side of the canyon to get back to the top and our car (and, as it would turn out, safety).
It is at this point in our hike that the storm began to roll in, with thunder from not-so-distant lightning booming into the canyon. I will be honestly–it was very scary to be surrounded by steep cliffs, no cover, and yet try to protect your children even as you are persuading them to go faster up the cliffside.
We eventually made it back safely and headed straight for the car, as throngs of people still remained on the top of the canyon looking on even as lightning struck close by.
Lesson learned: People as a group are idiots (myself included). Listen to your Rangers!
Lesson 4: Family Rules Need Adjusting On the Road
With 3 children (and being outnumbered), we try to run a household with clear rules that are consistently enforced. It’s how our family functions the best. But, being on the road for hours at a time, and then hiking, and then seeking out food and shelter each evening, I found that my own parenting stamina was waning, much as the politeness and rule-abiding of my children waned as well. On our trip, I learned the importance of ignoring churlish behavior from my kids that would have otherwise been dealt with promptly at home.
Why did I ignore it?
Because, when you put 5 human beings in a car and hotel room 24/7 for 2 weeks, people start to rub on each other like sand paper. No matter how much you love each other, you will annoy your loved ones to no end by the end of your trip, and they you. Granted, all of that will be forgotten as you look back fondly on all the memories you made, but this will be inestimably easier if you use planned ignoring more than you punitive intervention.
Meaning: When you don’t like your kid’s tone of voice or phrasing as you ask them to pass you up a pack of crackers, ignore it. No need for discipline.
Meaning: When you hear your two youngest debating who would win in a death match, ignore it.
Meaning: When your spouse asks why you need to buy lettuce for the sandwiches and your oldest child nabs the final packet of mayonnaise and you are stuck with mustard, ignore it.
On a condensed road trip, open communication is not nearly as important as maintaining some semblance of familial sanity.
Take a deep breath. Let it out. And move on.
Once home, you can reinstate the rules with gusto. Until then, though, relish the freedom that comes with simply ignoring your children as they yell “Shut Up” at each other for the 6th time. I know I did.