The closest thing I’ve ever had to a real road trip is riding a train home from Florida. My family normally flies anywhere that would take too much driving to get to, so this was unusual. We flew down to Florida but thanks to a ruptured ear-drum on my part, we were grounded for the trip home.
I really enjoyed the train ride home. Even though it wasn’t the same as riding in a car, I thought it was fun. We could get up and walk around, have meals, and sleep pretty comfortably. The scenery that we saw on the train was much better than the highways we would’ve seen in a car. We must’ve passed through the middle of nowhere at least 6 times. I remember seeing dirt road towns and really old cars, and I also remember feeling like we were in an unsettled country entirely. It was surprising how much of America is still not modernized and city-like.
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