8 minute memoir writing prompt: Adventures
Let me tell you about a few adventures I have had in my life and they all happened in my Prius. I love my Prius because when you drive you can't hear anything at all. I feel very stealthy.
I drove to San Francisco by myself with two of my kids. I parallel parked in China Town. I wandered around City Lights bookstore and then I ran up the street to my car again when the meter threatened, past the ducks hanging in the windows, past the little green jade dragons, and past the smells of gingered food. I fed my meter and walked back down and looked around that bookstore until I found the perfect book. We drove up down and all around that town. I found a parking spot right in front of Ben & Jerry's at the intersection of Haight and Ashbury and I parallel parked there like a champ too.
I drove to Tucson and attended a conference and in my off time I drove around the desert roads and found The Mission San Xavier Del Bac. I was there all alone. I hiked up to the little hill and sat on a stone and breathed in a wonderful amount of creosote. Creosote so delicious is almost smelled the tiniest bit like coconut mixed with creosote. It was heavenly. Then I started wondering if that was a ghost. I really did. Sometimes I smell weird things that shouldn't be there and think about things like that.
My little Prius carried me and my kids all the way to Idaho on familiar roads and byways. I rolled down the window when I got into the upper valley and it was almost midnight. I could smell soil. Rich, earthy, wet dirt, and it did smell just like home. The air hung with the scent of well watered fields and dank growth and it felt kind of magical. Summer nights in Idaho are full of stars you can actually see, earth you can smell, and quiet.
Sometimes when I can't go anywhere far my Prius carries me around the back side of Mummy Mountain. My daughter and I drive up and down the little drives with the windows rolled down and our favorite Spotify lists on repeat. We sneak up on Javelinas. We dodge cotton tail bunnies. We wonder how people make their multi-million dollars. We chose the house we would buy if we had a billionaires budget. We also choose the smaller houses. The little haciendas. The house that was built in the 60s. The house with the lovely brick and stone paths. The ones probably no one would pick. We love it when it starts to Monsoon and you can feel the electricity in the air. My Prius climbs up the side of Camelback Mountain and we feel like we're on top the world. Or at least on top of this world.