A baby boomer for whom “roughing it” is a non-starter

We’re all about active lifestyles here at BoomerCafé … but at the same time, when author Linda Myers writes about her increasing love of creature comforts, we get it! She might live on Washington State’s Olympic Peninsula, but “roughing it” isn’t any longer in this baby boomer’s vocabulary.

I love to hit the road spontaneously. At least I used to. But after a three-day escape to Oregon, I realize I have a few more requirements than back in the day.

Writer Linda Myers

Writer Linda Myers

And that’s probably typical of a lot of baby boomers as get more … um … demanding.

  1. Nothing in the world could make me sleep on the ground ever again. At best, I’d be attacked by mountain lions. At worst, giant spiders or banana slugs. And I’d suffer months of follow-up chiropractics.
  2. Nothing in the world could make me want to know any more about gray water or black water than I already know. So I guess road trips involve motels from now on. Either that or a partner who never questions the my division of labors.
  3. I can no longer choose a motel at the last moment. Does it accept AARP or AAA for discounts? Offer frequent flyer miles? Have a bed with fewer than 100,000 miles on it? Include free shampoo, conditioner, body lotion, WIFI, seriously good cable, coffee and breakfast? Are someone else’s toenail clippings caught in the carpet loops? Is there a sani-band around the toilet seat (I know it means nothing, but it makes me feel good so just shut up about it).
  4. rest_areaAnd speaking of toilets, those you find at rest stops along the highway really need to be capable of flushing. Things with tentacles should not come out of them when you open the lid. And because almost all old females have exacerbated their already weak bladders and sphincters by the addition of water pills, I really need them fairly often. So in addition to frequent stops, I need a travel partner who doesn’t point out I should never have had that third cuppa joe.
  5. I have acquired a late-in-life addiction to sugar-free iced vanilla lattes mid-morning. No matter how deep into the wilderness we plan to be, I must find the nearest town at about 10:30 a.m.

Of course, I realized some while back that hiking the Pacific Crest Trail might not meet all my basic travel requirements. But after a three day “spontaneous” road trip to Oregon, I recognize matters have gotten entirely out of hand. I have become a pain in the ass even to myself. Anyone care to be my travel partner?

I didn’t think so.


  1. Honey, you need to travel with my husband and me. Nothing less than a 4 or 5 star hotel is acceptable and frequent potty stops (I have bladder issues, type 2 diabetes and Crohn’s) are essential.

  2. You gave me a great laugh! I have also reached the point, that while on the road, a quiet motel and a firm mattress are absolute necessities. Yes, in the past I have slept on a dormitory floor (when spontaneously staying over after a long party), camped out in the Catskills, and if I wanted to, I could walk in flip-flops all day long. Those days are over! Nice to hear that someone else feels that travel now requires prudent planning.

  3. I would definitely be your travel partner. My idea of roughing it is a hotel with no restaurant!

    Thanks for that reminder. Great piece.

  4. I fully understand. Over the years I have taken numerous solo road trips. I always thought no one else would be able to handle the way I travel. I have my routine. After 30 years in the Army – I too now consider the Holiday Inn Express as camping. I just returned (June 2017) from a 10,300 mile road trip from the extreme Northwest to Maine. Hitting numerous National Parks, the Salton Sea and walking the ground where my first ancestor settled back in 1633. I have earned the ability to now enjoy my travels the way I want to enjoy them. I may try such a trip with a companion just to see if one kicks the other out of the car – it could be exciting.

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