The other day, I was remembering talks with my relatives who were old enough to have lived in Arizona before it became a state in 1912. No air conditioning. The ice man would drop off blocks of ice for the ice box.
The usual old people stuff.
But one of the surprising items was how much they traveled. Travel, of course, was far from the conveniences of today, but they went up into Colorado and Utah, over to California, down into Mexico, and throughout Arizona. The roads were often little better than paths and there was a lot of camping. Sometimes they took trains but most of the journeys were by automobile. My grandfather used a horse and wagon for hunting trips.
They had a sizable amount of patience in those days as well as an ability to get as much joy as possible out of the journey.
They were mature people.
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