I'm Dylan Therese and this is Atlas of Skiara, and to begin this episode, I'm going to

ask you to reach back into the depths of your memory.

So close your eyes, take a deep breath in, let it out.

Now, do you remember that time when things were freer, more possible, when you could go

wherever the wind took you, never having to look at a clock, never checking your phone?

Do you remember the summertime?

And I don't mean a specific summertime, don't be like, I always have to check my phone.

I mean, the platonic ideal of summertime.

Today, we're listening to some people who are telling us about their summertime travel memories,

stories from three of our listeners whose summertime travels brought them some place

incredible, some place totally unexpected. And our first voicemail comes from Michelle in Colorado.

Hi, my name is Michelle Shabon, and I am traveling back home right now in my 31-foot

motorhome to Gromfield, Colorado. And when I was a girl growing up in Gross Point, Michigan,

which is right outside Detroit, what you did every summer would be traveled up north,

up north, could mean anything from an hour north of Detroit, all the way up to the to-be-count

of the Upper Peninsula. One of my favorite experiences growing up, my SL and Upper Burning,

would take me to this dinosaur kind of museum thingy. I don't even know what you'd call it,

it was like in the middle of a forest, but it was this place where you could walk into dinosaurs,

and climb on dinosaurs, and they were all life-sized. And that was just amazing, as a kid.

Another place that we went up north with my parents was called Antlers, and that was this restaurant

that had like every type of dead animal on the face of the earth. I swear to God,

and it made noise. And I don't remember what noise it makes, it just remember like

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