Drive across the U.S.

This is a bucket list idea that I accomplished a long time ago. I actually did not do any of the driving. I was 12 years old at the time this happened, which was, I'm embarassed to say, 16 years ago! I never thought I would be old enough to be able to say something like "oh yeah, I remember that, that was 16 years ago." But here I am, and soon enough I will be saying things like 30 years ago, and then 50 years ago. Weird, anyways. 16 years ago, my mom, sister, and my two deceased grandparents piled into a 25 to 30ft motorhome, I'm not quite sure how big it was. My sister and I were homeschooled at the time and it was to be an educational trip. We started off at our home in California, and from there made our way to Utah, which I'm sure was not our first stop. I have a whole journal about the trip, this is just a brief recounting of a tale that is not exactly fresh in my mind anymore. I do remember the highlights though, and I'm sure you don't want to hear what I had for breakfast on day 17 anyways. So we went to Utah, saw some friends there, built a car out of cardboard and rode it down the stairs until, inevitably, somebody got hurt. We then made our way up to Jackson Hole Wyomming where my parents drooled over property they couldn't afford, and we rode horses and were made fun of by our guide for being vegetarians. Then we went to Yellowstone National Park, where we saw a ton of Buffalo a coyote, various other animals and waited around for "Old Faithful" forever, to no avail. Then we went to Mount Rushmore, a homestead in South Dakota, or Nebraska, not sure which, the Norman Rockwell hall of fame, the most mosquito instested campsite I have ever seen in my life, and then we came to the Kentucky Horse Park. Here we got to see the statues, and sometimes the stuffed actual bodies of the most famous race horses that ever lived. We also got to ride horses, which of course was one of the highlights of the trips for me. Then, we piled back into the motorhome and continued on our way to Richmond Virginia to visit some of my grandmother's family, my great aunt and my mother's cousin. Then on to New York City where we only got to see the Statue of Liberty from a distance, and we also went to Ellis Island. Then on to Colonial Williamsburg, which was one of the most memorable 4th of July's I have ever had. Then to Washington D.C. Then to Pennsylvania to visit my dad's whole entire side of the family in a few short days. To be honest, this was the most fun part of the trip, getting to hang out with the cousins. My dad met us out here and we spent about a week here before we flew back home with my dad and my grandparents finished off the drive home with each other. Great memories, and I can't wait to go on a trip like that with my kids someday. I wonder how much it cost my parents...