I dropped by to visit my friend Becky the other night and her oldest, Elsa, answered the door. I asked her how things were going and she said, "Great; today is my half birthday." "Ahhhh" I said. "I know what that means! Did you get your driver's permit?!" And that reminded me of a story. I was in no hurry to get my drivers license because a) Robert was 13 months older than me and he had his license and b) we had one car and I knew the chances of me driving it (and leaving 5 family members stranded at home) were slim. Before Robert left for college John (19 months younger than me) and I got our permits. My mom planned a big trip so we could get lots of practice driving. Robert was driving to BYU with his roommate and Nan, John and I went in the Chevy Citation and met up with Robert in Utah and then we went on to Idaho (so I could check out Ricks College--now BYU-Ideeeeho), and visit some National Parks. We were probably gone a week or so and we went to Yellowstone, The Tetons, and the Grand Canyon (where this photo was taken).
Nan didn't drive a single mile! "The Reds" (as she calls us) did ALL the driving. Being on the open road was great driving experience for us!

When we returned Nan was telling a police friend, Jerry Shaw, about us driving her all around the western United States and Jerry said, "Nancy, their permits are only valid in California." Oops!
Note: This may have been the trip when we stopped in St. George to visit the Dixie College bookstore (to add some college t-shirts to our collection) and someone told us it was only open on Mondays. I knew then Dixie wasn't for me. And I decided on this trip that Ricks College wasn't for me either and I wanted to go to BYU. I couldn't see myself going from L.A. to Rexburg.