Published on 20 July 2012
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Lots of moms like to travel with their grown-up kids and kids-in-law, taking their annual family reunion on the road, so to speak. It's important to get some quality time with family, and on a reunion trip, people get a chance to catch up with one another in a context that's completely new and different.
Ahh, it’s a camping trip with Dad. Sunny skies, warm days, a couple of clouds. A couple more clouds. A lot more clouds. A flash, a bang and suddenly it’s pouring rain on the campsite. A few soaked minutes battening down the hatches and everyone’s in the tent. Now what?
“I’m swimming in the wind,” my daughter shouts over the gust that whips across the top of the mesa on which we’re standing. 
“How did they get upstairs to the bedrooms?” my daughter asks as we look down from the steep cliff at the White House. The abandoned pueblos are nestled against the base of a nearly 900-foot cliff. She points first to the cluster on adobe homes adjoining the creek and then to the ones built into an alcove about thirty feet up.
Traveling Dad says, “Laissez les bons temps rouler”. This is French for “let the good times roll” and a phrase you will no doubt hear on a trip to New Orleans.
