The Snowbirds

I have never been a party of the snowbirds*. To vacation every year to the south to the same spot would be boring to me. I like some camping site usually at a lake, but I love to park campside then and like to drive, drive, drive. I'm happiest when I'm blazing new trails. I'm always looking for the new scene, most to stretch my imagination.




*This entry is relatively garbled, but it appears Dad was referencing a specific poem or book, not just the generic idea of migration. Maybe someone is familiar with his reference. If so, please share with me.