There have been trips, many trips, that I have taken.
Without drugs.
(Somebody had to say it.)
There was the drive a little over three years ago that der Brucer and I took, from the left coast to the right, with five dogs in the car and the belt of Orion in the night sky pointing to our destination, our new home.
There was our first trip to Europe together, on the morning of a major earthquake, the first time I'd ever been in the air, which I've always thought would be a nice story I should title "Leaving Terra Firma."
For some reason, our trip to Cincinnati remains highly memorable, but not for the food.
The cruise in the Caribbean had a number of interesting moments, not all of them nice, and one of the characters involved was downright disgusting.
There was the trip to D. C. where I was nearly sidelined by allergies...
The trip to Seattle where it rained, constantly...
The drive into the Sierra Nevadas when my ears got infected and we had to retreat to a lower elevation (this was with my parents and sister, long before I met der B)...
Come to think of it, I've done a lot of travelling over the last half-century.