forty miles east of Prince George, British Columbia
Thursday, July 25, 1973
We left Alaska for the last time sometime in the wee hours, and drove off the ferry in Prince Rupert, British Columbia, at seven in the morning. Except for a stop along the way to buy groceries at a supermarket which was having a sale on fresh fruit, my father drove all day long, almost 500 miles. I slept all morning in the back seat of the car, and my mother slept there all afternoon.
I’m not quite sure how my father stayed awake to drive that far on so little sleep, but he did. It wouldn’t have been the first time he’d done something like that. When we went to Louisiana a few years before, my three older sisters were still living at home, and it was the first time my parents had left them home alone for any length of time. My oldest sister was in college at the time, and my other two sisters were almost out of high school. Anyway, while we were in Louisiana, my sisters called my grandmother’s house to report a peeping tom.
We promptly climbed in the car and headed for home. The first day we drove from northern Louisiana to El Paso, Texas (about 950 miles). The second day we were going to spend the night just outside of Phoenix (~500 miles from El Paso) , but my father decided to keep going. We finally arrived home in suburban Los Angeles in the wee hours of the morning, after over 800 miles and what my mother refers to as “our midnight ride through Palm Springs,” due to a closure of the Interstate because of a sandstorm and a rather out-of-the-way detour. I don’t remember it because I was asleep in the back seat at the time.
The peeping tom turned out to be our next-door neighbor’s mentally disabled son, but nothing worse.
At any rate, my father managed this day’s drive to a campground forty miles east of Prince George, and, as my diary says, “we are sleepy.” I do remember it, it was quiet and wooded and we were just about the only people camped there. A perfect place to catch up on one’s rest.