Our wild, wide home provides endless opportunities to wander. Before our son was born, my love and I would often embark on far off excursions in his trusty old hatchback, the trunk packed with adventure bags and firewood or skis and snowshoes for our quest. We ran a tight car, and would plan and pack expertly, prepared for any emergency and equipped with all the comforts we might want on the long drive. We would hold hands and have deep conversations while we snacked on chips and candy — junk food being an essential indulgence in our road trip ritual.
Our son’s first long car trip was tense. The
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