Guest Blogger: Our kid blogger, Steve, is an eight year old boy who loves Legos, Harry Potter, and Minecraft. Steve also loves to travel because it is fun to see new things every single day.
Last summer, my dad, grandfather, grandmother, and I drove to Alaska in an RV. It was a very long and fun drive that took 11 days, starting in Indianapolis, Indiana and through Canada. Along the way, we saw lots of animals, went fishing and biking, and I even got to visit my cousins in Wisconsin. I am going to tell you about my four favorite things and my four funniest memories.
My Four Favorite Things
#1: Campfires
I liked traveling in the RV and having campfires outside. My dad would set up the campfires and we would roast hot dogs and marshmallows. I liked seeing how the campfires start off as regular wood and turn into fire and I liked being outside of the RV.
#2: Mount Rushmore
On July 4, we visited Mount Rushmore which was very very fun and cool. I took lots of pictures. I asked to go to Mount Rushmore because a friend had gone the year before and he said it was fun.
#3: Biking through Tok, Alaska
When we got to Alaska, the town we stayed in, Tok, we rode our bikes down to a restaurant that we ate at for dinner. It was a very fun bike ride because we got to ride through the whole town.
Biking to dinner in Tok, AK
#4: Playing Baseball
At night, we would play baseball. My dad was usually the pitcher and me and my grandma were the batters.
My Four Funniest Memories
#1: The Monkey in Mount Rushmore
At Mount Rushmore, I looked at the side of the mountain and it looks like the rocks made a monkey face.
Can you spot the monkey face?
#2: The Bear Butt
While we were on the drive, everyone saw a bear, but grandpa saw only the other end. We all laughed.
#3: Waking
One morning, I woke up and saw my dad washing the front windows of the RV. I was still in my pajamas.
#4: The Couch was my Bed
The couch in the RV can transform into a bed. It was my bed and it was very comfy.
Every night, we would turn the dining table/couch into my bed.
