My sister-in-law Kathy
DiMaggio asked me to write about our family trip to Yellowstone sometime back when
the kids were teens and tweens. In the photo above, you can see Kathy, my
husband Tony and Arlene (the teenager) discovering the Continental Divide. Against
all odds, we met every challenge with a little ingenuity and a lot of laughter,
and Kathy's the one who tried the buffalo burger. We all of us love remembering
that journey. The poem's called "Cross Country" and you'll find it as
usual at Tupelo.
We didn’t know what switch
would light the bedroom—
the middle kid had to show
us—
or that it’s ten hours to
Niagara, or that six
people in a rented camper
with three beds—
that would mean a lot of
paper-rock and scissors.
We didn’t know that the
youngest
would wake up with a case
of puberty,
refuse to put down her book
to see the Mississippi,
but love her birthday pizza
in Lake Erie.
That the Bad Lands
are a moonscape from an old
movie,
When I tried to find a way
into this, I couldn't escape the thought that we must have been crazy. We
decided to rent a 24-foot motor home and pack into it three adults and three
kids, one of them 14 and the other two 12 and then drive (in only two weeks,
mind you) from CT to Yellowstone and back. On the way, we figured we could
squeeze in stops at Niagara Falls, Mount Rushmore, Keystone, Devil's Tower and
(unforgettably) a place called Jellystone. By all rights, we should have come
home barely speaking to one another and unable to look another motor home in
the face. We came home even better friends than we started, and Tony and I had
bought our own tiny, second hand motor home by the time the month was out. You
never can tell.
So, thank you, Kathy, for
the prompt and the pictures and the trip and everything else. And thank you,
Lisa, Arlene and Tom for being such a wonderful part of the ride. The whole
ride.
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