Making History



Rural Iowa living meant spending a lot of time in relative isolation. Six miles of gravel road to the nearest town (population: 450); forty-five miles to the nearest mall–and McDonald’s. This meant almost any trip off the farm was, indeed, a trip. Yet, every summer we anticipated that coveted week away. We visited what was in driving distance—Paul Bunyan State Forest and the headwaters of the Mississippi River in northern Minnesota; the Badlands and Black Hills of South Dakota; the Wisconsin Dells; and points all across Iowa. History was learned. And made. These trips were some of the best days of my childhood.

passage of time ~
family vacations can be

P. Wanken

Written for Poetic Bloomings Prompt #76 (Memoir Project – Part #11): Road Trip



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