Sunday, December 7, 2008
Cross Country - Chapter 2
I took this down Haven Beach. All of the marsh grass and reeds you see here are ordinarily green, but now everything's turning brown or gray. The sand and the bay are way off in the background--you can barely see them. Speaking of things you can barely see--or perhaps cannot see--this reminds me of a story about my mother on our 1977 camping trip across the country.
As I mentioned yesterday, the entire Chesapeake Bay family was jam-packed into a VW bus pulling a camper across country from Virginia to California and back for our family "vacation." One of our stops was the Grand Canyon.
The Chesapeake Bay Griswolds pulled up into the parking lot of the Grand Canyon. OK, not "the" parking lot but "a" parking lot, and evidently it was a parking lot made specifically for motor homes and campers, because there were many of them nearby.
Chesapeake Bay Mother and Father had been eyeballing various RV's and motor homes all the way across the country. We were camping novices, and we were tired of putting up and taking down that pop-up camper with the canvas roof that had no heating such that when it was 30 degrees in the Rocky Mountains in the dead of August Chesapeake Bay Pre-Teen had to wrap herself in a VINYL TABLECLOTH to get warm enough to sleep. But that is part of a story from a future chapter in this series.
Anyway, Chesapeake Bay Parents were always pointing out various campers, and there happened to be a particularly nice one parked next to us in the Grand Canyon parking lot. Chesapeake Bay Mother decided she ought to get closer for a better look. After sizing up the outside, she cupped her hands over the sides of her eyes and pressed her face against the back window.
Now why did she do that?
The next thing we know Chesapeake Bay Mother jumps backwards and screams. She quickly runs away from the camper and tells us to get to steppin'--but fast.
It seems that although the camper was parked in the Grand Canyon parking lot, it was not vacant as CB Mother assumed. One male inhabitant was still inside and he not only had no clothes on, he was standing naked right near where Chesapeake Bay Mother peered in.
The moral of the story is this: The Grand Canyon is something everyone must see, but the inside of some stranger's camper is not. The other moral of the story is if you are going to prance around naked in your camper, don't do it when the Chesapeake Bay Family is around. We know no boundaries.