My son once mistook Lake Michigan for the ocean. So we sat down with a map and found the Great Lakes. And then we found the Atlantic.
Lake Michigan is big, but the ocean is immense. He wanted to see it for himself. So did his sister.
And so did I for that matter. After traveling the world in my teens and 20′s, I hadn’t left the Midwest for nearly a decade.
It was time for a little sand between our toes.
At four and eight years old, my children were ready for a road trip. Why not take a month off and head to the beach?
And so we did.
Two kids, one grown-up, four weeks, and 3000 miles. My husband would stay behind to run our business and I would take our homeschoolers on the road. Alone.
We were excited, but I was also nervous. Could I swing it – even on the hard days – without the support of my husband and the comforts of home?
There was only one way to know. In early October we headed south, anticipating sand and sea within a week.
While there is no formula for the perfect road trip, this is how we pulled it off.