Lots of people think that their family took vacations that rival National Lampoon's Vacation movie.
I recall when they filmed a small portion of that movie in Flagstaff, where I grew up.
I'll describe my stories and leave it to the reader to decide how mine stack up.
Snow Days
In Flag, and other towns that get snow, they have Snow Days for schools. Of course, residents of any place that has weather different than San Diego will scoff at another town cancelling school for a certain inch-level of snow, but let's put that argument aside and just say that when Flagstaff public schools cancelled school due to snow, there was enough snow to hamper parents and buses getting their kids safely to and fro.
My dad's parents lived in Southern California, near the beach.
Why did I place that sentence there? No reason.
When school is cancelled, there is rampant celebration by everyone, except parents. When it's cancelled for snow, kids like to play outside. They come inside for hot chocolate and sit by the wood stove.
Many of our cars we had growing up had poorly working heaters (again, no particular reason for that sentence showing up).
Of course there are two ideal snow days. One on the day of the big test or assignment; the other on a Friday, and maybe Monday.
Three day weekends are popular with all ages. In fact, they're such a surprise that it's exciting to wake up and BEGIN planning what you're going to do with all of this time you've just been gifted with.
Putting it all together, a Thursday or Friday snow day resulted in a harried early morning scramble to load the family of six into the designated 1950-something cobbled transport "system", complete with blankets and dog (heaters) in order to get on the road to see Grandma and Grandpa. Of course, this being a snow day, the "road" was covered in 2 inches of hard pack snow, with blizzard conditions ensuring that no one in the vehicle could properly gauge the snow depth. It only took an hour or two of white knuckle yelling at the other idiots on the road to get down beneath the snow line and into the desert on the way to the beach.
We never had a snow-related accident.
I recall when they filmed a small portion of that movie in Flagstaff, where I grew up.
I'll describe my stories and leave it to the reader to decide how mine stack up.
Snow Days
In Flag, and other towns that get snow, they have Snow Days for schools. Of course, residents of any place that has weather different than San Diego will scoff at another town cancelling school for a certain inch-level of snow, but let's put that argument aside and just say that when Flagstaff public schools cancelled school due to snow, there was enough snow to hamper parents and buses getting their kids safely to and fro.
My dad's parents lived in Southern California, near the beach.
Why did I place that sentence there? No reason.
When school is cancelled, there is rampant celebration by everyone, except parents. When it's cancelled for snow, kids like to play outside. They come inside for hot chocolate and sit by the wood stove.
Many of our cars we had growing up had poorly working heaters (again, no particular reason for that sentence showing up).
Of course there are two ideal snow days. One on the day of the big test or assignment; the other on a Friday, and maybe Monday.
Three day weekends are popular with all ages. In fact, they're such a surprise that it's exciting to wake up and BEGIN planning what you're going to do with all of this time you've just been gifted with.
Putting it all together, a Thursday or Friday snow day resulted in a harried early morning scramble to load the family of six into the designated 1950-something cobbled transport "system", complete with blankets and dog (heaters) in order to get on the road to see Grandma and Grandpa. Of course, this being a snow day, the "road" was covered in 2 inches of hard pack snow, with blizzard conditions ensuring that no one in the vehicle could properly gauge the snow depth. It only took an hour or two of white knuckle yelling at the other idiots on the road to get down beneath the snow line and into the desert on the way to the beach.
We never had a snow-related accident.
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