Today’s Doonesbury comic strip chronicles Toggle and Alex’s honeymoon through the eyes of two friends as they view the honeymoon photos online:
“Check it, man! Alex’s husband takes her to see a ball of string!”
“That’s not right, man.”
I’m all about the Largest Ball of String and other road trip curiosities.
Magnetic Hill, New Brunswick? Bagged it: Family vacation, 1989.
Even without delving into my pre-June 2003 print photo archive (where I KNOW I’ve got proof that we saw the Largest Pecan–that would be in Seguin, Texas), I found some good examples of this type of thing. They were in the April-May 2010 album of our trip from Sacramento to Colorado Springs via US-50, the Loneliest Highway in America.
These are the things you pull off the highway to see when 1) you’re strung out on diaper fumes and need a half-hour detox, or 2) you need to let down easy from something awesome like, say, Arches National Park or Bryce Canyon.
Have YOU gone to see the Largest Ball of String or something like it? What did you see? How did it free your mind from what a honeymoon or vacation “should” be?