We took vacations every year. The one I remember the best, because I was older, was, starting in 1972, renting Cabin 10 for 10 days every year, at Harmels Ranch Resort near Gunnison, Colorado.
Sometimes we’d catch trout. We were all very surprised the first time, that Mom knew how to cook it them!
Horseback riding was my favorite.
When I was younger, living in Florida, we went to all the touristy places. Saw alligators. Went to different beaches.
We stayed in motels. Always, always one with an outdoor pool. (You know…I think that was the pool I almost drowned in once. Dad saved me. 15 minutes later I knew how to swim.)
A lot of the motels had those crazy vibrating beds. At bedtime Dad would stick a dime in them and we three girls would try to fall asleep before it quit vibrating. Begging for more dimes! He would usually stick one more in, but none after that.
Even going to Texas was an adventure. (Me and my accident prone sister. Yes, that was the age when I was expected to keep her from getting eaten by alligators, or drowned in the bay or the neighbor’s pool, when we got back home to our canal-side home in Florida.)