The Fourth WomanFriday, July 22, 2011
|Rosemary in the Malibu somewhere in New Mexico|
Our Malibu, the consequences of traveling with three women, was packed to the point that everything had to be shoehorned, particularly when I had to load up in the morning when we would leave our hotel. Because of the extreme heat I had my exposed film and raw film in a plastic bag which I slipped under my seat. Since I usually had the air conditioner going full blast this kept the film moderately cool. Lauren sat behind me so I placed at her feet my black bag with my 35mm cameras and sometimes (when it was loaded) the little old fashioned makeup box that contained my large Noblex panoramic.
|Girls and the Malibu on the causeway to the Great Salt Lake to Antilope Island|
Often when the sky was spectacular, especially in the early or late evenings, I would stop the car and fish out my cameras. I would demand that the girls get out for a picture by the Malibu. By the time we were returning to Vancouver there was no threat that worked and they insisted on staying inside. I was able to lure Lauren out a few times but in the end she refused to budge.
|Shiprock, New Mexico, not Lauren's foot on window|
Both girls at our peril of being stopped by some state trooper, jettisoned their safety belts and lay on the back seat as if it were a bed. The Malibu is large enough that it obliged to the their delight. But this arrangement, that worked well when both girls watched a movie on the laptop (with double headsets), had its downside. It meant that Montana’s big sky was just that, a big sky with no mountains, trees, fields or any sign of humanity. In fact the two girls saw Montana on their backs.
|Rebecca and the Malibu outside of Salt Lake City|
It didn’t take long, on our way down, that every time I oowed and awed about some mountain in Utah, Arizona or New Mexico being blood red with a wonderful backdrop of sky, where the response from the backseat wasn’t one at all. I would look at Rosemary and if she didn’t entirely agree with me at my disappointment I could have sworn that her eyes were glazing over.
|Near Gallup and the rain|
This man enjoyed being one with nature and with his Malibu. I could sense that the fourth woman in our trip was on my side all the way. She posed for me without any complaint and I could have almost sworn that somehow she had some connections with the Man upstairs so that we always had a good excuse for a rest and for a picture. This blog is not working too well today and I am unable to place a caption under the last picture below. It is Lauren with Mexican Hat, Utah behind. By then even Lauren balked at having to leave the relative cool comfort of the Malibu to near 40 degree temperatures. All pictures were taken with my iPhone but there are many more taken with the film cameras but they will see another day and probably not here!
|Taos, New Mexico|
|Between Idaho and Utah|
|Same as above|
|Leaving Texas and into New Mexico|