If you ever want to know how your family is doing, rent too small a rental car on a family vacation.
We're a good family. We get along pretty well. When we crammed into a midsize sedan outside the Maryland airport in 100% humidity in a building surrounded by a jungle of trees and what looked like a prison exercise yard, the minute sweaty arms hit other sweaty arms it was like the Battle of Gettysburg. Which happened not too far from here.
This may be why we fought for freedom in our country. Just to have more legroom.
The added good news is, we spent alot more time in this car than we thought we were going to. Turns out kids who are old have to do things like work on zoom when they're on vacation, and since we were staying with Uncle Wayne who lives where they haven't invented wifi yet, we had to keep driving up to the center of a very small town to experience the pleasures of a modern life.
Not having wifi made for some fun other things. Like looking around the attic and finding a secret door. Like finding a book on sex and aging amidst a ton of christmas decorations and then reading it for the next five nights. Aunt Janet's attic is like a throw pillow of disorder, I guess it's her loft actually, but there's two twin beds up there, one that Bess slept on that felt like the door Rose was floating on in Titanic, another one that had pillows for your head that were flat as pieces of copy paper, and then the bed we made of the floor for Emma which was good if she only went up to her knees, I didn't have enough blankets to make a full sized Emma floor bed.
Not having wifi meant we could wake up in the morning the first time someone started talking in the kitchen because you can hear everything like they're yelling right in your ear. But we liked this feeling, to wake up belonging somewhere, in a comfortable lived in house, where you could picture making order out of the disorder but then not do any of it because you are on vacation and this is the best feeling in the world. Just hearing people's voices not in a hurry, saying things cheerfully like good morning sunshine
Not having wifi meant we could rest on the weather beaten dock and cast lines for fish. We could wipe worm guts on our bathing suits as we baited our lines. We could lower ourselves carefully off a ladder we dropped into the water into the waiting kayaks and then sail heartily for the distant shore. Scanning terrified for sea nettles and then splashing water all over ourselves, and stopping directly in the middle of the wide river and listening to nothing.
We saw three bald eagles. We saw a cardinal. Not the religious kind, the bright red kind. We saw Aunt Janet hang up her bird feeders everyday. We saw a duck meander over to lay on her eggs. We felt the air heavy like wool blankets.
All we did was sit on the porch and then get up to swim. Or kayak. Or fish. Or go to the Amish Market.
When you're crammed in the car with trees and deer all surrounding you on the path to town, and your daughters are making fun of you for videoing too much or talking too much or being yourself too much, it feels like being shrunken, like the last one asked to dance at a party. But then if you say that they say you're being too "pick me". So you can't even say hey that hurts. But then we pass a carnival in a field or a friend comes to visit or we get ice cream and a hot pretzel served to us by someone in a bonnet in the year 2025 and my life feels refreshed. I bought Amish biscuits and licorice and chicken salad and kept hitting refresh.
It is not easy to travel with all the personalities you made and the extra ones they made for themselves all crammed into an overpriced midsize that we didn't get the extra insurance on. And then Barry turns too quickly in the car and we all fall over in the back like dominoes he says What so much that they started counting how many times he said What
Because he asks a question and then doesn't listen to the answer and then has to ask What again.
I like that he doesn't really want to know the answer to any question, I actually respect this new technique. It's really only the question that matters. Who actually needs to know the answer
when there's deer out the window, and you can pick up frogs and scare Nathan
When you have to put on bug spray at 6pm or be eaten by a hundred mosquitos by 8. When you sit on the porch at sunset because the whole world turns orange pink and blue
and there's the silhouette of your babies out on the dock, on the grassy expanse, throwing out one last fishing line, restfully tired, hoping for a bit of luck