I just caught up on the March 1975 National Geographic, so I'm feeling behind on my summer-vacation planning. The issue is just chock-full of getaway enticements.
The South brings it very strong, and I might be enticed to write Gov. Wallace and get on to and then off of the Alabama Interstates. But I did that last summer.
The West, too, is strongly represented, and I'm impressed with Oregon's doubletruck play for my time and money. And given the economic challenges of the day, I am moved by that state's spin that it is the cost-effective, one-stop-shop for a global smorgasbord of holiday delights. Oregon is vacation's Ponderosa Grand Buffet, and I do declare that I have taken some comfort at the Ponderosa Grand Buffet.
But, then, here comes Canada!
I am nearly--very nearly--convinced to follow that station wagon to Manitoba.
But, alas, the winner is British Columbia. The prospect of cracking up my own fetching, affectionate and relaxed wife with witty repartee about antique lamps and coffee pots is just too much to resist. 1975 me would've absolutely been writing off for more pictures and information from the B.C. Department of Travel Industry--or seeing my local travel agent.
