Each month, write a new collection.
You drive me to new york from st. louisI don’t know how to pack for a car yetBecause I don’t know how to driveAnd I’ve never driven this far beforeWith a new lover — wait! That’s not True: there was that road trip fromGeneva to Zagreb but all I rememberAbout that was grey sky, cold I hadn’tPrepared for, and crushing disappointment withThe exception of Venice which was gorgeous— but I’m Trying to write about you and how youStuff my red sandals behind the frontSeat and somehow slide the sheetsBetween the spare tire and the suitcasesAnd what I remember is heat and All those sandwiches I made you, and howYou smile every time I put one on your leg-It’s humid and flat and then we get to —I don’t know —Pennsylvania? — And the treesBloom and I feel like I am finally free fromThe depressed midwest where I’d been so unhappy — It’s the one place where I just can’t seem to get anyoneTo talk to me — butNow I am escaping that arched city silence For the east coast where I am from and whereYou are from too though you live in this strange stateCalled California. I wonder about living thereAnd think that might be cool, but now it’s timeFor another sandwich, as we listen to the very youngBut already sonorous Chaka Khan singingProphetic although I don’t yet know it a song aboutHollywood.
Ah I love this. And I know the story behind it too, and I love that as well.
First off, what is a road trip? Dictionary.com describes it as “a journey via automobile, sometimes unplanned or impromptu; a journey involving sporting game(s) away from home.”My life has ripped me off! I have severely lacked in adventurous roadtrips! I never took one deliberately, the hit and miss kind where one relishes the hits, and doesn’t even consider the misses. Yet another addition to my bucket list. Now, I’ve had a few planned trips, and maybe that is more of a statement about my need for control. A few jaunts (pre-divorce) to Laughlin were fabulous. It took no time at all to get there, but on the way back time flowed like the surrounding desert fauna grew…painfully slow. In 2009 I moved back to California from Arkansas with four dogs and my daughter, Jasmin. About two-thirds the way across the country we hit a snowstorm. Both of us were dead tired, but we ran out of money for food or a hotel. The car was full of stuff so we couldn’t recline the seats of my Trailblazer. We parked at a twenty-four hour gas station in 4 degrees somewhere in New Mexico. I prayed we didn’t get hypothermia. Bundled in jackets and sweaters, my daughter had the only blanket, and I had the dogs lay on top of me to keep warm. They tried to escape my hold throughout the night, but I held onto them as if they were magic blankets protecting me during a scary movie. I made a couple of planned trips to Colorado to visit my youngest daughter and her boyfriend in the past couple of years, but my travel partner (ex-husband who is now my boyfriend) never seems interested in having any chance experiences on the way up or down. (Okay, there was that one time we stopped in Henderson, Nevada, on the way home and I hit a few hundred dollars at the Green Valley Casino, but we stopped only because said boyfriend was too tired to drive any further.) Now that this prompt has shown me how little fun I have on road trips (post-divorce) this August when we head up to Colorado to see our daughter again, I plan on infusing more fun and spontaneity in the journey, both north and southbound. I’m certain we won’t hit any snowstorms, but I’m really counting on the casino.
Halfway there let your finger fall randomly on the map, and go there! I love road trips. My life would be a big one if I could figure out how to do it!
Just MarriedWe were not familiar with the areaI reserved a place in Morro BayTrying to find the motel 6 and not sure what exit to take off of the 101Fortunately I had the phone number to the motel in my walletthe only thing I think I did rightfiguring we were with limited direction and financesNow to find a phoneYes it was a road trip and our first time out since our marriageYes, we were prepared, but, withouta phone? Seemed archaic or even naiveteFinally, we found a payphone from outsidea bar and found out we were only one exit away from our turn off in finding the Motel 6Whet a relief to finally get there being it waspassed midnight and the fog had rolled in making the weather wet and a little coldbeing so close to the oceanThe next two days were seeing the coastVisiting Morro Rock and seeing all of the gullsWe went up to Cambria on our way to the Hearst CastleStopping along the way in the quaint town we walked the sidewalks and found a few trees with fresh fruit and pickedthem to eat as we walked along a creed to see a deer in the middle of the water doing something which looked like a depositI picked up a few rocks and hid them in my pockets while we headed back to the car. It was magical with white and yellow butterflies fluttering passed us as we strolled along the grassNext stop, Hearst CastleTaking the tour and a lot of picturesI remember the curator would tell the people on tour that they were only standing on a 15th century Persian rug and the person would immediately return to thedesignated areaWe felt like we were seeing our new homeimagining what it would be like to own sucha renovated work of art with all the antiquesand the priceless artifactsAfter the mansion tourWe headed back homeI felt the trip was something of a road-tripsince it was spur of the moment, kind of like the way the wedding was, spontaneousWe had good memories visiting the NationalPark and seeing the beautiful coast It was a fun tripNot knowing the areaand just going Because, we werejust married
Ann and I did that for our honeymoon roadtrip except we didn't go to Hearst Castle!
Datsun King CabDid you know?There is about 12 inches of spacebehind the seats of a Datsun King CabDid you know?There is just enough room for 2 kids behind the seats of a Datsun King CabDid you know?0 amounts of air conditioning get behind the seats of a Datsun King CabDid you know?Butts fall asleep 100% of the timebehind the seats of a Datsun King CabDid you know?A sister's dragon breath is 5X worsebehind the seats of a Datsun King CabDid you know?It sucks being stuck for 7 hoursbehind the seats of a Datsun King CabWell, now you do.Did you know?
Ps: disregard that last did you know. Stupid copy/paste
We crossed America when we moved to Califonia in an un-airconditioned Gremlin! #stylin'
Road TripMy brother John had beenworking out at Lake Havasu.I’ve always had goodmemories of theColorado River, eventhough I almost losta finger there whenI was six.We took a boat triparound the lake. The bestsights to see were Parker Damand the London Bridge,yes, the London Bridge.I saw a little inlet,tree covered, serene,and to this day itis where I want tobuild a house escapefrom the world.I needed to get backbeing that I was therejust for the weekend, andLucinda, John’s girlfriendneeded to get back homewe drove back together.The wind was so harddriving home on the 10freeway we had to parkand wait for the windto die down.That peaceful coolcove has always beenmy vision ofheaven on earth.
I think that's all our vision of heaven man. Well drawn!
Oh good, I won't be alone. ;)
Was it a Road Trip?One of my earliest memories is being 4 years old.My mom and I had some Mexican neighbors that mostly spoke only Spanish. I was friends with the couple's children.Their family invited me to go out for a day and my mother said yes.All us kids were told to lay flat, heads down in the bed of the truck. This struck me as odd.But i did it. I remember being laid out like that for a very long time,hours maybe.Until I couldnt take it anymore and I raised my head to stretch it but also as a response to panic.The adults immediately screamed at me because a police car behind us immediately turned its siren on pulled us over. I looked around and all I could see were clay covered cliffs. I learned having passengers in the bed of the car was illegal.I was then hurriedly returned to my mom. I wonder to this day if that family was kidnapping me.
Yikes! I wonder too!
Ya, huh? Very spooky.