Back Story...

I recently told a friend of our plans to travel west in the late summer. His response? "Why?"
Uh, to see this great land.

Oh, I've seen a lot of it before.  But my family hasn't. So the planning has begun.

That's me, the little girl, my parents and Gus, our yellow lab, proudly standing in front of our tricked out milk truck complete with stereo, hot plate and waterbed.  Yes.  Waterbed. (very early 70s)

We originally left Pennsylvania in 1971 to work a horse ranch in Haxtun, Colorado. We then moved to Alamosa, Colorado and then to Denver. Apparently, my parents got antsy in April. They purchased this milk truck and we headed south. It was at the Grand Canyon we split from the two other couples we were traveling with. They wanted to head North and my parents wanted to head South. 
We moved on to visit Big Bend, Texas after a stay in Las Cruces, New Mexico. 
We then headed thru Galveston, Texas to New Orleans. 
It's at this point I think we went north to Pennsylvania for a brief visit. We left to go south to Florida before heading back up to Georgia where my parents worked in the tobacco fields for 2 weeks then to Indiana. They worked to make some money in Indiana and visited the friends before hitting the road again. It was in October the truck broke down in Missouri. My parents purchased a farm and that is where we stayed for the next eight years.
That's the biggest travel story of my life.  Six months on the road.  My father has a vagabond soul and I think my mother was anxious to get out of her home town.  I'm so grateful they lived the way they did.  Not only did I get to see a lot but I learned to appreciate other cultures and ways of live.

Back story.