I have not traveled much but it's odd to think that even so, there are few or no pictures of my youthful trips or vacations. Two of my teaching friends and I spent a week or so in New Orleans when we were in our twenties. Not one of the three of us brought a camera. I'll never forget it because it was one of the best trips of my life, but not a single picture to prop up the memories. I think we hit every single tourist attraction and restaurant in the city, and we had "dates" besides, provided by acquaintances of our British friend, who knew more about travel in this country than either of us natives.
Same goes for another memorable trip to meet in Lake Placid with five other teachers from my summer school experience in Oneonta. Barbara and I drove up, we joined them there, and not a camera among the seven of us. That is another trip I'll never forget---Mt. Hovenberg Bobsled Run, Ottawa police hockey team, dancing, a time never to be forgotten. (B. indicates she'd like to forget, but I'm not sure I believe her. I think she named one of her dogs after a key player years later. Again, no pictures, but I do have a picture of a uniformed Canadian police officer sent to me later. Ah, youth...
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