Back in the early 70s my ex-wife and I were lucky enough to score government grants to pay for our university tuition. In those days the majority of the money we received didn't have to be repaid, unlike today when the majority of the money is a loan. Of course it helped immeasurably that we knew the lady in the university awards office. Nevertheless, we came into a small windfall. Did we use it for tuition?
We bought a 1969 Volkswagen Beetle and took off to Daytona Beach for Spring Break. Now travelling from Ottawa, Ontario to Daytona Beach, Florida was a major undertaking. It was several days' drive. Did we know where we were going? Sure. South!
I think we actually took out a membership with the Canadian Automobile Association who provided us with a Trip Kit - a series of pages of maps with a magic marker highlighting our route for us. Kind of like the 70s version of GPS, if you will.
The trip was fairly uneventful. Being a couple of impoverished university types we camped on the way there as well as once we got there to keep our costs down. And we shopped at the grocery store and cooked on a camp stove we'd recently bought at Canadian Tire.
Back then you could still drive on the beach. And we did. Again saving money by parking right on the sand.
Two things I vividly recall about that road trip. On our way back the border guard couldn't believe his luck. Two long-haired "hippies" (long-haired, yes, but we weren't hippies) with nothing to declare? I don't think so. "Pull your car up over there" where another guard proceeded to pull the car apart. This guy thought he'd caught us not declaring a brand new camp stove. It took some tome to convince him the the sticker on the side really meant "Canadian Tire" and that we'd bought it in Canada. Not before the guy tore out the back seat and the spare tire and windshield washer tank which, back then, ran off the air in the spare tire. I'm not kidding. Better not get a flat!
The other thing I recall was on our way down I'd been driving for some time and really had to go to the bathroom - badly. So I finally pulled over to the side of the road and made a dash for the bushes.
As I was relieving myself - and feeling relieved - a voice shouted from the car, "Dear you can't go there, look at the sign!"
And sure enough there was a sign...
Drive on over to We Work for Cheese where Nicky and Mike are coordinating everyone's trip today.