Stay on your side of the car. You’re touching me.

Our August vacations 1950 to 1963.
Being the low man on the vacation totem pole my dad got his vacation time off in August. The hottest month of the year.
Most of our annual vacations were driving to Oklahoma from Los Angeles. This was pre-Interstate on the southern route going through Yuma through southern Arizona, southern New Mexico and southern Texas. Then head north crossing the Red River headed for Wilson, Oklahoma.
Sounds simple, right? Nope! We traveled just in time for monsoon season. Lots of rain, dust storms, lightening storms, and speeding tickets. Plus, we never had a car with air conditioning.

All of this was done in marathon fashion. We didn’t stop anywhere along the way. As they say, driving straight through with bug splatters on the windshield. Non-stop. Only time we stopped was for gas fill up, coffee, potty, and a nickel Coke. Then, zoom off we went. Got to get to Granny’s before Saturday night. We made one trip in a record 23-hours. Whew!