If he did, he'd know that most landmarks have closing times. I realize this might seem like a "duh" thing to say, but apparently he left our house thinking that any stop he made along the way in terms of landmarks would be open no matter what time he reached it.
So when he left Lake City, CO several days ago, his goal was to stop at Four Corners Utah, a neat spot where four states meet at a perfect corner. Given his inexperience in mountain driving, and the fact that he puts complete trust in Susan, his GPS, it took him far longer than he imagined it would. Put another way, he didn't leave early enough to reach Four Corners before it closed (prior to ten PM)
Had he watched "Amazing Race" with me, he'd know he could just sleep outside the gates and they'd let him in at dawn with the other racers...oh, wait, maybe not.
He was disappointed. What he should have been was thirsty. Had he been thirsty, he might have reached into the cooler his father and girlfriend packed so lovingly with the supplies I bought. And he might have avoided something unpleasant.
But he wasn't so he didn't. Instead, he drove on to my cousin Jane's home in Scottsdale Arizona. There he spent a couple days in the 90 degree weather hanging out with Cool Cousin Tanya (that's what we call her here) and just enjoying not being in the car.
Next stop, Los Angeles. I think of this as the scary leg of the trip, this drive up the entire west coast. Why? Because now he's staying with people I've never met and don't know. And, I'm afraid he's going to wind up sending me texts like this one: "Jaci's mom is in the hospital and I can't stay with her. Can I use your credit card to get a hotel room?"
What's a mother to do? Of course he got to use the card. That's why we sent it with him. In case of emergency...or friends we 've never met not actually being able to let him stay with them.
Again, though, instead of being concerned about his sleeping accommodations, the boy should have been thirsty. Had he been thirsty, he would have reached into his cooler and possibly avoided something unpleasant.
|I like my milk with a few miles on it.|
You know, like a couple small plastic bottles of milk exploding somewhere in the mountains, curdling in the Arizona heat, and then crusting over pretty much everything in the cooler. I can only imagine, when he did finally open that cooler, expecting to find apples, cheese, maybe a juice box, instead he found some soured infection sort of stank covering what could have been a nice little meal in his hotel room.
|We're waiting for the Boy |
from Wisconsin to bring
Well, says I, the wise mother two time zones away, I guess you're going to have to tell the front desk you want another room.
First I need food, says he.
A few hours later, not late by West Coast time, but well past my bed time here in the Midwest, he announces that he's been moved, but that his new room is half the size of his old one.
Wonder if they charged my card half the amount.
Why not? There's room in the cooler now.