My parents at Cascade Lakes, part of the Columbia River

On the Road with your Parents (what could go wrong?)

Things do not always go as planned. This is exponentially true when on the road. Life’s ups and downs are multiplied and magnified exponentially. Possibly for this reason, I tend not to put myself on a schedule when I’m off exploring. You can’t set your heart on seeing Machu Picchu without a cloud in sight, or ending world poverty by volunteering for a month in Nicaragua. You also can’t prevent a stranger in the U.S. from stealing $3,000 from your account while in Bolivia, men in China from spitting meat onto your toes on a 24-hour train ride, mosquitoes in Penang from eating you alive (80+ bites on only your legs, despite 40% deet spray), getting lost in the Brazilian jungle for hours and thinking you’re going to die, or the guy in Mexico you thought you’d spend your life with from inviting a Swiss girl to visit him while you’re still in his home town. In a nutshell, shit happens.

However, this post is not meant to be melodramatic. (Yet, I will have you know, all of the above has happened to me… plus much more.) I just want to emphasize that travel is (almost) never what you expect it to be. The perfect vacation/trip/gap year/road trip/cruise will always pose challenges, and force you to stare a little bit longer in the mirror after the end of each day.

Our supposed plans for the Oregon road trip

Our supposed plans for the Oregon road trip- Original map via Travel Oregon website

Like always, my most recent road trip had its bumps. The day after my parents arrived in Klamath Falls, we were supposed to go to Crater Lake. I woke up excitedly, my hiking boots and camera waiting for me on the dresser, and went into the kitchen for a cup of coffee. As is custom, I checked my phone for my destination’s weather. There were 90% chance of thunderstorms. Ugghhh. My family friend looked up Crater Lake’s webcam, and it was a muddled fog of grey dreariness. No sapphire blue lakes, no islands, no surrounding cliffs. Just an ugly, colorless blanket of yuck.

Fortunately, our hosts were more than willing to let us stay another night and try again the following day. I spent the day reading, riding around the neighborhood on their tricycle from the 1970s, shopping, hiking in Moore Park, constantly checking the next day’s weather, and balling my eyes while all of us watched “The Notebook.”

View of Klamath River from Moore Park

View of Klamath River from Moore Park

We did go to Crater Lake the next day (post coming very, very soon!), and it was more gorgeous than I could’ve imagined. The trees, the cliffs, the jays, the blues… Ahhh. That was a perfect day.

Alas, the rest of the trip would not go so smoothly. After the mesmerizing beauty of Crater Lake, we drove into Bend around 8:30pm. I must have called at least 15 hotels, which were all booked. I looked on hotels.com. Travelocity. Yelp. Help! There was nothing. We rode into town and I was still calling around, but had now switched to looking for motels. My parents and I were prepared to sleep in the car, cramped not only with our luggage, but also with a bunch of my shit my parents had hauled all the way from California for me. (Hey, I moved up in here in my Mini Cooper…) I wouldn’t have minded, but my parents are close to forty years older than me and not accustomed to sleeping on any old flat surface. We rolled up on the Bethlehem Inn, and my dad made a sharp right into the parking lot. The sign read “Serving the Homeless of Central Oregon.” And my dad still wanted to ask if they had any room. I couldn’t help but laugh at our situation.

We ended up getting the last room available in a Super 8 down the street. It was about 10pm now, and my mom was talking about going to Carl’s Jr. for dinner. It was her birthday. I don’t eat meat. And it was her birthday! Grrrr. We ended up going to McMenamin’s St. Francis School. I had to practically drag my parents out of the car because they were scared. “There’s no lights! It’s dark! I can’t see any signs!” my mom exclaimed. “This looks like where all the city’s boozers go to get wasted,” my dad added. “I don’t think this is such a good idea,” said my mom. Uggghhh. By this time, I needed a quadruple shot of whatever kind of liquor the place happened to serve.

After much ado, my parents and I ended up having a nice meal with my parents, complete with whiskey and cokes, listening to the Grateful Dead, and celebrating being together for my mom’s birthday. (I can’t count how many times I’ve missed her birthday because of being out of the country.) My mom ended up becoming kind of obsessed with McMenamins, and got super excited when we saw one of their trucks on the freeway.

The next morning, after enduring my dad’s chain-saw raucousness of a snore, we set out for a quick breakfast before we headed to the Painted Hills. We fueled up, noting how Bend’s gas stations were like a trip back into the 1950s compared to the Bay Area, and noticed that we were screwed. Literally. The back tire was quickly deflating, and our nice meal turned into a couple hour wait at Les Schwab Tires. At least they had popcorn for my parents, and wifi for me.

Screwed in Bend

Screwed in Bend

My folks eating their "breakfast" at Les Schwab, and scoffing at me for documenting it

My folks eating their “breakfast” at Les Schwab, and scoffing at me for documenting it

We did get to the Painted Hills late that afternoon. Although we had to deal with horrible traffic due to local fires, it was actually perfect timing. The sun set softly on the mountains, bringing out the earth’s rich colors and making it a spectacular photographing experience. I was sure that something, like being bitten by a rattle snake, was going to happen to me, but it didn’t.

Our first view of the Painted Hills

Our first view of the Painted Hills

The rest of our road trip went smoothly, save for my dad driving like a maniac in Portland, going the wrong way down one-way streets, rolling over curbs, and making U-turns wherever he pleased. Oh, and that guy in the car next to us rudely complaining about our beams being turned on (which they weren’t), and my dad telling him to “fuck off…” I asked my dad if he hadn’t realized that I don’t live in the best of neighborhoods and told him to just let it go.

My parents at Cascade Lakes, part of the Columbia River

My parents at Cascade Lakes, part of the Columbia River

My eyes tear up while writing of these mishaps with my parents on the road. As a solo traveler, I am so used to experiencing new places by myself, or with other backpackers I’ve just met, and being able to share the beauty of travel with the two people who created me, well, I am just so fortunate. I love my parents from the core of my soul, and it’s inexplicably hard to accept that they are getting older. It means so, so much to me that they drove all the way from the Bay Area, California to see me and roadtrip around Oregon. They may be stubborn as hell, too apprehensive, and filled with all sorts of unsolicited advice, but if I had to have travel woes with anyone, it would be with them.

8 thoughts on “On the Road with your Parents (what could go wrong?)

  1. Reading this made me giggle and sentimental at the same time. No one has to tell you what a lucky young lady you are to have been raised by two wonderful parents. I know they were just happy to spend time with you and you made it an experience to be remembered.

    • Oh yes, I was laughing about them as they were happening! The best was my dad wanting to stay in a homeless shelter. How was your full moon road trip? Where did you go? The wonderful (and sometimes troublesome) thing about travel is you just don’t know how things will pan out. It’s part of the adventure!

    • I know, right? This was the very first time I saw it and I loved it. However, I’m not sure if I could watch it again any time soon because it was so emotionally taxing!! It also reminded me of my parents’ love, which made me even more sentimental…

  2. I love this article, it pushed me to reflect and I can totally relate! Thank you for sharing it with us all!

    As I am preparing for a fantastic 1 week road trip through Scotland (Islay, Edinburgh, Inveraray) with my parents and husband, I am filled with excitement. Like you, I reflect on them growing older, and who knows if another opportunity like this will come up? I am ready to go with the flow (getting used to their slower pace), accept that my dad drives like a maniac (exactly like your dad – “u-turns whereever he pleased” sounds VERY familiar!), and embrace the challenges ahead! Let the adventure begin!!

    • Thank you for your kind words, Catherine! It’s crazy how growing up makes us realize how special those dreaded childhood vacations really were! I hope you have a wonderful time in Scotland with your parents and husband. I’ve never been, and would love to see your pictures and hear how it goes. Do you have a blog?

      That’s hilarious that your dad drives like mine; and he’s always cussing out other drivers for how poorly they drive!!! Hahaha. Gotta love them!

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