This time we are driving across the continent, from sea to shining sea. We are transporting the dollhouse, made for Amanda by her grandfather to Edith in Los Angeles. Along the way we will visit family and friends and even find time for a few hours in Zion National Park.
We are excited for the trip. The last time we drove cross country was in 1989 with four kids and three tents. This time we will stay in hotels when we are not with friends, and the budget will not be quite as tight. This time we will carry iPads and iPhones instead of an early version of a portable computer known as the Z88. It was the latest thing back then, and Peter kept a daily journal. Unfortunately the batteries died before the material was transferred to a permanent form, so the journal is a legendary memory instead of an historical record.
As we gather our things, pack our suitcases, clean up the yard and put away the tools, I'm feeling nostalgic. We are leaving the best moment in New England. The brilliant red trees shine against a relief of gold and green.
It will be warmer as we head south and west. Amanda says LA is often still hot. And when we return winter will be very close. There will still be time to rake leaves, trim bushes, and cut down the perennials. But the landscape will be brown and dead. The red and gold will vanish like magical jewels that last only a moment. Today, under the gray skies, I treasure those magical jewels.