What I did on my summer vacation.

The excruciating wait for the afternoon school bell on a Friday in some late spring, in some year of my youth, was mercifully over. The evening would see my brother and sister arrive by bus with suitcases and sleeping bags in tow. The small car was packed,trunk filled,passenger compartment equipped with car sickness bags and pillows. The Rambler was ready.
The evening before, we would all, spend the night in the living room,as per and in anticipation of a clean, 6am wake-up ,sans bathing and bed making.
To be up before the sun as an adolescent was rare and welcome,for what lies ahead, in the time before seat belts, was a 5 hour dash up u.s 101, a two lane super highway,that would bisect every town from Novato through Santa Rosa,Ukiah and concluding with great fanfare at our destination,our aunt and uncles Summer home on the Eel river. The Heart of the Redwoods.

This Painting acrylic on canvas 52" x 52"