Traveling, Dogs, Traveling Dogs, and Other Musings.
Friday, October 28, 2011
Thursday, October 27, 2011
Wish I'd Joined Sooner
I have recently discovered, to my utter joy, the Travel Hacking Cartel. Though I have been able to travel fairly cheaply in the past—by merely trolling sites like Kayak, looking for the cheapest flights to...well...anywhere—this site will help me rack up airline miles for even cheaper airfare.
I have my sights on Botswana and Panama (ideally, everywhere else, but I try to keep my goals focused.)
And there's another neat thing about this site: you can get miles by referring people to the site (see where I'm going?). How you do this is by sharing your referral link (like mine: http://travelhacking.org/megameg-wants-you ) with your friends, family, and shamelessly posting it on your blog. :) Then after those people sign up, they can repeat the process. Win-Win-Win...until forever.
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Roadtrip with dogs; conception
Growing up, my family didn't have much money. While we were never able to take family trips to France or the Bahamas, we my parents made sure my brother and I got to go on vacation.
when I was young (5 or 6 if my memory is correct), we drove to the Grand Canyon. I remember attending a kids' question-and-answer session with a park ranger, and I asked "how many people fall over the edge each year?" I was completely confused with the answer they gave which was: "Four and a half." Can you really expect any kid to know averages? I imagined four people falling to their deaths, and assumed that the half-person must either be a child or a little person.
In addition to our camping trips, my dad took my brother and I on a few long road trips. My dad had to attend a game convention, Gen Con, in Milwaukee, and so we planned to have at least 5 days to get from California to Milwaukee, where we would spend 4 days at the convention, and then take our time driving back. The first time I took this trip I was, I think, 12 years old, and my brother was 15. In Wyoming my dad pulled off the road and let my brother and I take turns driving. In South Dakota we visited the martian terrain of the Badlands. And we saw lots and lots of corn. Since that first trip, I have taken 2 more, but the last time I did a big road trip to the game convention was when I was 16 and it was just my dad and I.
This last trip was eventful. I had just gotten my learners' permit, and my dad had no objection to me learning how to drive while on a 3,000 mile journey. We estimate that I drove 1,000 miles. I learned that true terror is driving in a rainstorm in South Dakota, driving among semi-trucks and Sturgis bikers. The car we were driving was a 1986 blue Chevy blazer, that had no radio or air conditioning and had a slow leak in one tire. We hit a bird—or the bird hit us—either way our windshield was streaked with blood. I came home from that trip as a vegetarian (I have since converted back to the meat-eating lifestyle).
And now, ten years since that last big road trip, I will begin to plan my next road trip. We will have the same destination, Gen Con, but I am planning on sharing my journey with my two Malamute/Siberian mixes (Jack and Spike), and my boyfriend. Road trip summer of 2013, here I come.
when I was young (5 or 6 if my memory is correct), we drove to the Grand Canyon. I remember attending a kids' question-and-answer session with a park ranger, and I asked "how many people fall over the edge each year?" I was completely confused with the answer they gave which was: "Four and a half." Can you really expect any kid to know averages? I imagined four people falling to their deaths, and assumed that the half-person must either be a child or a little person.
In addition to our camping trips, my dad took my brother and I on a few long road trips. My dad had to attend a game convention, Gen Con, in Milwaukee, and so we planned to have at least 5 days to get from California to Milwaukee, where we would spend 4 days at the convention, and then take our time driving back. The first time I took this trip I was, I think, 12 years old, and my brother was 15. In Wyoming my dad pulled off the road and let my brother and I take turns driving. In South Dakota we visited the martian terrain of the Badlands. And we saw lots and lots of corn. Since that first trip, I have taken 2 more, but the last time I did a big road trip to the game convention was when I was 16 and it was just my dad and I.
This last trip was eventful. I had just gotten my learners' permit, and my dad had no objection to me learning how to drive while on a 3,000 mile journey. We estimate that I drove 1,000 miles. I learned that true terror is driving in a rainstorm in South Dakota, driving among semi-trucks and Sturgis bikers. The car we were driving was a 1986 blue Chevy blazer, that had no radio or air conditioning and had a slow leak in one tire. We hit a bird—or the bird hit us—either way our windshield was streaked with blood. I came home from that trip as a vegetarian (I have since converted back to the meat-eating lifestyle).
And now, ten years since that last big road trip, I will begin to plan my next road trip. We will have the same destination, Gen Con, but I am planning on sharing my journey with my two Malamute/Siberian mixes (Jack and Spike), and my boyfriend. Road trip summer of 2013, here I come.
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| Spike! |
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| Jack! |
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
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