Ben and I went on our first and only camping trip together to the Hoh Rainforest in Washington. I forgot the coats; he forgot the lantern.
—Kirsten
I was told by Lauro that the spot we were sunbathing was used by the priests on the island in the 17th century.
But Lauro didn’t speak any English and I spoke no Italian, so I may have misunderstood.
—Kirsten
I met Jason while I was living in London. He was Canadian.
On our trip to Brighton, he told me all about Quadrophenia and the mods and rockers.
—Madeleine
On a boat on our way back from the Statue of Liberty, it was kind of nice to be tourists.
Kris & I stayed at the YMCA in a tiny room with bunkbeds, where you could hear a basketball being dribbled at any hour of the day. It was a great trip.
—Madeleine
I really don’t remember much about the trip we took to Utah. I’m trying to remember the car, where we stopped. Andrew and I are still friends now. He’s an anarchist. Actually he’s an anarcho-marxist-space traveler. And I don’t say that to be derogatory; he says the whole definition […]
Jason and I signed up for this educational DC trip when we were still together. But by Spring Break ’92 we were broken up.
We bickered like an old married couple for seven days straight.
—Sarah Jo
Mark went to England on a group trip in 1992, right after his high school graduation. He was a year older than me and I couldn’t go.
He brought me back a ceramic miniature Stonehenge and this photo.
—Sarah Jo
