vacation (1)

4 SABINE HILDING
The boy watched as his mother drove the car back and forth in tiny
increments. She was trying to turn around in a single lane.
They were on a dirt road, single file, an old western wagon trail in the High Desert,
somewhere south near some paleo fossil beds, very far from home.
He sat, stuffed in the backseat along with pillows, assorted food containers, maps,
nature books, ice chest, clothes, games, tent, and good smelling sage they had gathered
for incense.
THE ROAD STRADDLED a ridge looking out over sagebrush and gullies. It had
been a dry summer after a wet spring and the fresh green cheat grass that had come
up abundant and fast, had now turned beige and dry in August.