By Ellen Bell - AngelsWin.com Columnist
For many years, I made the trip to Arizona via a quick, one hour plane ride from John Wayne to Sky Harbor. No fuss, no trouble. But a couple of years ago I decided to change things up a little and travel to Spring Training the old school way, on an All American, gas guzzling road trip.
My companion and dashboard photographer was my 83-year old father, Merle Baker, King of the Family Road Vacation. Think Clark Griswold with an AARP card. Although my dad is a veteran interstate traveler, he was a Spring Training rookie, and I couldn’t wait to share one of my favorite annual traditions with him for the first time.
I know what you’re thinking. 360 miles is a really long way to drive to watch a baseball game that doesn’t count. Yes, yes it is. But with a full tank and miles of open road ahead, driving becomes more of an adventure rather than a chore. Especially if you leave mid day like we did to avoid the hellish traffic on the 91. At noon, w...