Markers in hand, he would color code the route we would take to our destination, mark all of our stops for food or roadside attractions, and any detours if we decided to see something off the beaten path. Every year my dad would go down to the local convenience store and buy one of the state road maps, bring it home, and open it up on the dining room table. One of my fondest memories growing up was when my family would go on camping trips.
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