It’s almost officially spring, and so many of my friends are already on Spring Break, or will be heading out on a Spring Break road trip soon.
Spring Break Road Trips
We don’t have children, so we schedule our vacations when we want to and not according to the school calendar. But seeing all of these delightful photos from their travels reminds me of some of my favorite spring break trips.
When I was a kid, my family traveled a lot. We often took road trips throughout the year. I would pile into the car with my mom and my grandparents and we would start burning rubber.
When I was really small, my grandfather loved to start a road trip in the middle of the night so that we could arrive the first thing in the morning if we were only driving for about 6 hours. I would make a bed in the floor board of the backseat. I was small and shoved pillows in the foot wells to even it out, and I would sleep, That would never happen today because of safety regulations, but I survived being a child in the 80s. We did lots of things that today’s parents would never do.
Our spring break road trips often involved visiting family, the beach or state and national parks. We often went to Florida or to South Carolina for Spring Break. And of course, we went to Disney World.
While I loved traveling with my family, I really loved when I was old enough to travel with my friends. Before I was old enough to drive, some of my friends and I would rotate traveling with the other’s family for their trips. We got to see more places, and our parents got a break from kids for a time. Some of these vacations were more educational in nature, and some were just “let’s go to the beach!”
High School Spring Break
In high school, I did some more interesting Spring Break road trips. One year, I spent the week volunteering with Greenpeace in Washington DC. Another year, I was in Myrtle Beach, SC with one of my BFFs and spent the days sunning and the nights cruising. But I was finally allowed to go on an unchaperoned trip with my girlfriends my senior year. We went to the gulf coast. I don’t remember the name of the tiny town where we stayed, but it was right on the Florida / Alabama line.
Our parents were clever. They let us go unchaperoned, and they booked us into a retirement community. There was nothing to do there. There were more golf carts than cars. It’s funny now, but then, we were furious. We wanted to party! We still managed to have a good time, but differently.
Looking back, I spent more time during that trip reading a good book by the pool or at the beach than I did partying. That sounds so good now!