the boys didn't care, they just so wanted to go.
go out of the doors and into a new adventure of the now.
yet the patting of the dogs goodbye, piling into the car, rolling down the driveway and out onto the highway always takes longer when there are 5 of you and you live in los angeles. there are just somanypeople.so.many.people.in.cars. their car groaned a bit wading in the traffic with the weight of all that they were carrying. when it finally picked up speed the boys were impatient. two hours of driving is long, long, long, when you know you are only going for a short while. hope itself seemed impatient now...in her mind, she kept clicking through the past week, and her hope, her impatient hope wanted to be there unpacking and setting up: tents, bags, pillows, casting things about in an iron pan. her husband steered the car up the coast, the car seemed to find a happy medium rhythm that allowed a bit of chatter, picture making, story swapping. looking out her window, she could see the hills finally unclogging a bit; clean and clear, rolling green and smattered brown blue of bushes setting the old mountain sides ablaze with spring pinkwhite flowers, untouched for the occasional horse or cow. & the car drove on.
then they were there. rustling and grumbling in the backseat, a few tears of anxiety shed in punching another brother in the arm for he was finally getting in the other's way and decided now would be the perfect time to embarrass his parents while they were talking to the park ranger. but they were there. with small map in hand and campsite reserved, they drove the car up the winding road to see where they would lay their heads. driving up to their spot, she and her husband could see that it was crowded;indeed crowded. of course everyone else had the same thought that they had: freedom, fresh air, crushed sea salt waves lulling one to sleep.
but oh, the crowds, there would be less of a finding of self here, she thought.
as she & her husband pulled into the spot reserved just for them, they could see the campervans and the recreational vehicles and the neon sign someone insisted bringing along with their generator so they could have it flashing all night. loud & unwanted. and the grating music that, was so meaningful to the large man sipping his beer in his chair, but could be heard humming inside the doors of the car.
so she sat.
and her husband sat.
closing eyes and breathing in deep. and the car sat with them in it, suspended in un-belief just for a minute.
but oh the boys, oh the boys had already flung open their hearts and donned imaginary capes and sticks-as-swords clasped in hand; and feet, feet clambering up the trees with arms held out, airing out their mother's soul a bit to sun starch the lines of it in the wind. because the boys, oh the boys didn't care, they just wanted to go.
well i guess, she thought. well i guess it is time to start making dinner.