I grew up on cross-country road trips. I was about 13 the last time I went to Mesa Verde National Park with my parents. In 2008, on a road trip home from a Utah Thanksgiving, I wanted to take my then-boyfriend/now-husband to see the dwellings carved into the Colorado Mountains. We raced up the 21-mile (45 minute!) road from highway 160 to the summit, knowing that when the sun went down, the gates were locked and the park closed. Our 1990 Westfalia Vanagon did its best to get us there on time but the photo above was our welcome when we reached the peak. We ran from site to site, looking just long enough to show my fella what he was missing, and plan for future visits.