Phone Calls from Far Away Places: 03/10/07
One memory I have of every camping trip with my family is the trek to find a pay phone to call the grandparents at every new place we stopped. I've made telephone calls from national parks, tiny motels, mountains, deserts, beaches and valleys. We would make the call rain or shine, no matter how tired we were. It seemed we always made the call right around dusk.
Today I was on the receiving end of one of the those calls. The only difference, it was in the morning and it was made from a cell phone. My mother swore up and down that she wouldn't contact me until she got home from her vacation to Arizona (the Grand Canyon by train!) and that it would be either via AIM/iChat or email. Instead it was from her cell phone "on a hill overlooking Jerome" while my father returned for an antique lamp with a painted shade. (The returning to an antique store on the way home is another long standing family vacation tradition).
Meanwhile I was standing mostly naked in my bathroom having stopped my bath to hop out and take this phone call. For a half an hour I was right there with my parents on yet another family trip to Arizona, making a long distance phone call from a remote hill. I could picture everything even though I was actually getting goose pimply standing on the wet tile floor. I felt like I had ridden along on the train, met the various kids, seen the condors and was helping find room in the car for the lamp.
It was nice.
jerome | telephone | antiques | vacation | family
