OK, so much for the just unplanned, get-up-and-go, unscheduled, fly-by-the-seat-of-our-pants trip, it's clear that unless we want to risk sleeping in the car (which, when we were driving from Phila and planning on bringing camping equipment, would have been an option), schedules, reservations, etc, are clearly needed.
Problem: the reason I never considered a career as a travel agent is, I don't find making reservations fun.
Solution: Call the expert. Travel agent, Big Al, everybody's pal. AKA: Big Daddy. AKA: My Daddy. So, I put Dad on the case. Reservations at/near the National Parks (Yellowstone, Grand Canyon, Zion, Bryce). Reservations near the CBS studios in LA. Reservations in
Vegas. Reservations in Denver.
Sigh. And we wanted the freedom to just drive and see what we wanted to see and stop where we wanted to stop along with way, w/o being scheduled. Welcome to the real world.
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