The first time I hit the road with child, my son was six weeks old and my husband and I embarked on an odyssey taking us from Delaware halfway across the US and back. I made a lot of mistakes. Like, when I thought we could drive 400 miles in three hours. Or packing the car dangerously full of baby gear to the point where the baby was at risk of decapitation via board book if we stopped suddenly. I also forgot to bring an atlas on that first trip. But I digress.
That baby is now eight years old and since then, I have driven across the entire United States with a one-year-old, all in a small sedan containing no screens of any kind.
When it comes to road trips I am hardcore, old school, and unafraid. In fact, I believe in road trips as an important and memorable shared family experience, the kind you hear about in songs and greeting cards.