Forever Memories

Methow Valley, Winthrop WA, wildflowers
 
 
Forever memories are those that stay with you for…well, forever. In conversation with others, forever memories trigger a certain response from you. You want to share the excitement, the reactions you felt, the way the memory has lasted. Almost as if whatever happened was yesterday.
 
A decade or so ago we took a vacation that has become a forever memory. And if you’ve read William Least Heat-Moon’s Blue Highways, you know what blue highways are. If not, the answer is simple. Older Rand McNally road atlases and maps identified the various types of roadways with color. Major highways appeared in red. Out-of-the-way highways running through small, almost unknown, rural towns appeared in blue.
 
Our trip was not as long as Heat-Moon’s nor was it circular as his was. But we did have certain restrictions that forced the use of blue highways:
 
  • The direction in which we traveled remained unknown until our morning of departure. This part of our trip was decided over breakfast. We would pull a direction—north, south, east or west—from a hat. Bob drew north.
  • A hard and almost fast rule depended on one condition. Travel had to be via blue highways unless there was no access between Points A and B other than a major highway. This forced a sense of nostalgia and relaxation as a major component of our travel.
  • We confirmed no reservations for overnight accommodations. And only once had a difficult time finding availability.
  • No time schedule was set for each day. Serendipitous activities awaited us. We visited attractions we’d never heard of and visited parks we’d never passed. Meals took place in some of the greatest eateries along the way.
 
As we headed out of Portland north on Highway 30, we had no idea where we’d end up that night or what we’d see along the way. By lunchtime, we found ourselves at Mt. St. Helen’s and enjoyed a brief visit there as well as had a picnic lunch we’d brought along. The rest of the day we wandered along blue highways. The casual drive presented beautiful farms with old barns and outbuildings. Another bonus was the beauty of the world around us, the peace and quiet of rural Washington state.
 
By dusk, we started searching for a place to stay. A look at the map showed we were not far from Centralia, WA. Centralia is 90.8 miles and 1.5 hours from Portland. It is clear we didn’t make it very far that first day. Yet, our plan was to relax and enjoy this trip, not worry about a schedule.
 
Over the next 10 days or so, we spent our time the same way. We visited interesting towns and places we’d never thought about or heard of. Our travel took us as far north as the Northern Cascade Mountains where we saw snowfall during June.
 
Our memories of this trip are quite memorable. Their uniqueness makes them unforgettable. We have talked many times about how much we enjoyed this trip and how we’d like to do it again.
 
We haven’t yet, but there is always tomorrow. And there are plenty of blue highways we haven’t hit.
 
 
Featured Image Attribution:
Methow Valley, WA in Northern Cascades
Lidija Kamansky/Getty Images

10 Replies to “Forever Memories”

  1. Sherrey, just reading your post made me relax. And you were driving in my home state so I can picture you in the places you mentioned. My husband and I often drive the blue roads but he usually drives 13 hours a day and we take only a couple of minutes for potty breaks and filling up the gas tank. I applaud you two for learning how to relax and enjoy the scenery. Maybe I should have my husband read your post, too. 🙂

    1. Linda, we don’t live so far apart, do we? I’m glad reading this post made you relax. That’s what our trip did for us. Appreciate your applause and your gracious words. Hope you can get your husband to read about our forever memories trip.

  2. I love this idea! May need to try it someday.

    1. As the idea for sharing this on the blog came to me, I thought of you and Keith and how it was well-suited to the two of you. It was so much fun and so relaxing.

  3. I love this memory, Sherrey, of an unplanned trip that you figured out along the way. I can see why it’s a forever memory. You and Bob were like pioneers forging through unknown territory and finding a few treasures along the way.

    1. Kathy, this is the one trip that comes back to us over and over again. I never thought of us as “pioneers,” but I suppose we were on our own pilgrim trail and among the treasures found is our forever memory.

  4. What a beautiful post and wonderful memories, Sherrey. I love the photo, too!

    1. And Jill, what lovely words you leave for me to read! Thank you.

  5. Pilgrim travelers, pioneers, whatever you call yourselves I love reading your relaxing recollections. I did not know about “blue” highways although the Rand-McNally Atlas was a mainstay for travel from our house. 🙂

    1. Marian, have you read the book Blue Highways by Heat-Moon? If not, I highly recommend for both you and Cliff. Bob and I both enjoyed it, and look where it took us! I don’t know when the Atlas began its coloring of highways, both major and rural. I know I don’t remember seeing them on my dad’s maps. I will say again this was our best vacation ever.

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