Travel Pulled Us Together After It All Fell Apart
When my marriage fell apart, I was 50-years-old. As a single mom with sole custody, I wondered how I would raise my teenage daughter Roxy on my own, how I would build my business back up, do it all and do it well by myself. I was terrified of failing on all fronts
I thought about how my father raised my sister Wendy and me. I flipped through my best childhood memories and realized every happy snapshot my mind conjured up was on a summer road trip with Dad. We’d go on these incredible three-week vacations together, using a TripTik from AAA.
The spiral-bound maps were custom-made by an agent who plotted the journey with a green highlighter. That was our GPS, only better because you could see the road ahead on a large scale and read about points of interest on the back of each page.
Using TripTik, Wendy and I guided my dad through Canada, Washington, D.C., Florida, and the Deep South. We loved the adventure and how he seemed to relax behind the wheel of his beloved Buick Riviera.