Sometimes I wonder what the heck we’re doing. When my husband and I get antsy, it means that a day trip is in order. However, I’m pretty sure my family’s definition of “day trip” borders on delusion.
Here’s a taste of what we’ve been up to recently to help illustrate my point:
A day trip to Huntington Beach. I know what you’re thinking, so let me answer your question. Why yes, Huntington Beach is about a four-hour drive each way from Las Vegas. This little bit of madness was a joint effort between me and my husband, since I think I was the one who wistfully mentioned the beach, but it was his idea that this was a reasonable thing to do in one day rather than one weekend. We enjoyed some time at the beach, ate lunch at Sandy’s, and had post-sandcastle milkshakes at the 50′s-style diner, Ruby’s. We also spent a lot of time in the car.
A day trip to Zion National Park. When we had family in town, it was suggested that Zion is “just a couple hours away” and that we could totally drive there, look around, and come home in one day. Well, it turns out “a couple” is more like 3.5, and it didn’t help that we accidentally took the scenic route home. Although the Zion excurion wasn’t my husband’s idea, it did come from his side of the family, which I think demonstrates that crazy travel schemes are at least somewhat genetic.
We’ve got a lot planned for this summer: big adventures that involve flights and/or long drives, but also a few day trips near Las Vegas. Despite the crazy desert heat, I love this time of year! Something about summer makes you think you can go out and do anything…like drive 8 hours roundtrip, enjoy your destination, and get home in time to maintain your sanity.
What do you think? Where is that fine line between “day trip” and “weekend getaway?”