My Morning Walk

GreySurfOn my morning walk Cooper and I strolled by the gloomy shoreline and it reminded me of that time my mom and sister and I were driving in our humungous red station wagon (that we called Red Baby) over the Sepulveda Pass at night and the fog was so unbelievably thick that we couldn’t see more than a foot in front of us.  I was absolutely convinced that we were going to go flying off into space and hurl into the side of the mountain—a fate even a tank like Red Baby could never withstand.

My strategy was to beg and plead with my mother to just stop in the middle of the freeway and my mother’s strategy was to keep the light beams on low, not bright “like all the other morons”— she said this in that way of hers that was the closest thing to a teachable moment.  I remember my sister and me sobbing at one point as if we were headed for certain death.  EVERY. TIME. I’m unfortunate enough to be driving in thick fog I think of that time with all of us in Red baby, screaming in holy terror for our lives.

I swear to god I don’t know how we made it.

Yours In Far Vision,
The Howler

7 Comments on "My Morning Walk"

  1. MidLyfeMama says:

    It is funny those moments in childhood when you absolutely without any doubt question the judgement of the parent in charge. My pivotal moment was sailing with my father at age 10. I was pretty sure we were going to capsize, and possibly drown. My mother had to hitch the trailer up and come get us on the other side of a cove on Cape Cod because the wind was so bad we could not get back. I never sailed with my father again.

  2. Jennifer Bohrer says:

    Still to this day I have bad dreams about driving to the Oregon coast to visit my grandfather. We had to take a tight twisty little 2 lane highway along the Umpqua river. The river is deep and fast, usually has white caps, the banks are steep and no guard rails….then add in all the logs trucks swaying and swerving across the center…oh god.

    • Cupcake Murphy says:

      I bow to you with your OREGON FOG survival instincts. NOTHING is worse than Oregon fog. If it weren’t for the fact that my best friend LIVES IN SALEM (the zenith of all fog) I would not go there.

  3. The Zadge says:

    Why don’t they make station wagons anymore? And I’m NOT talking about those Suburu Forester things.

  4. I can still remember driving about 300 miles through a North Dakota blizzard at night only to find my wife had given birth hours before I got there.

  5. My mother let us watch the Twilight Zone and the Outer Limits when we were UNDER 5 YEARS OLD. Enough said.