Today things changed.
When I was in college, I visited the Nutty Putty caves. I went to spelunk.
“Want to go spelunking at Nutty Putty?” My roommate asked.
“Um, yes!” I replied. I didn’t know what any of those words meant. But I had never been presented with so many fun sounding words in such a short sentence.
Hours later, I found myself at the entrance to the “birth canal” My flashlight’s beam illuminated a small hole in the rock wall that I had just seen two people disappear into. Much like the real thing, this “birth canal” looked way too small to transverse.
I stooped down to wriggle my way through. There was no room to crawl. Instead, I raised my arms far ahead of me and wriggled through. My shoulders only fit through with my arms extended straight.
I had the uncomfortable thought that if the earth were to shift even a few inches I would be entombed. I am not generally claustrophobic, but in this instance panic threatened.
We drive around in a toyota prius. By around, I mean, like, for instance, from our home in California to Canada. The four of us. With our luggage and gear. Our trunk is jammed full. Our front seat is reminiscent of the birth canal.
Last week, we drove home from our party house at the beach. My feet were encased between a shoulder bag and lights. My torso was surrounded by bedding. On my lap, I had a monitor that went from mid thigh to neck.
I had the same claustrophobic thought of a tiny shift having a dire consequence.
Something had to give.
I present to you our newest addition.
Never has one family been so grateful for a roof rack. This, despite the fact that I had to pawn a lung to pay for it. Don’t worry, as long as I come up with the money within 90 days, I get the lung back.
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