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The Quarry: Another Story From A Fortunate Life - by Ali Van Zee)
The Quarry: Another Story From A Fortunate Life - by Ali Van Zee)
The Quarry: Another Story From A Fortunate Life - by Ali Van Zee)
Fantasy behind me, I continue up to Willits and then cut over to the coast on
Highway 20. This is not a road for the faint of stomach. Actually, no road
getting to Mendocino is easy. There are three ways to get there: Highway 1
which is twisty-turny, stunning and takes forever (great if you have someone
you like riding with you); Highway 128 which is twisty-turny, stunning and
takes about an hour and a half from Cloverdale; or 20 – which is twisty-turny,
broodingly dark at times, but the quickest, even though it’s two hours from
Cloverdale….how does that work out? I don’t know – it seems the quickest! I
guess it’s because you spend so much time on 101 where traffic moves at
(mostly above) the speed limit.
Anyway, I do love Hwy 20. I feel a real sense of anticipation every time I turn
on to it. When you reach the top of the mountain that separates the inland
valleys and vineyards from the coast, the view is breath-taking. Although I’ve
never stopped to take a longer look, I do take it all in for those few moments
before the descent begins. I’m in a hurry, I’m always in a hurry, and I just
want to get there…I need to get there.
My larger-than-life-heroic father died almost ten years ago. It’s left a huge void
in my life and I’m still filled with sadness when I think of all we both have
missed being able to share in the ensuing years. We were close – closer than
close (in a good way, ok) and he saved me from a terrible fate as a little girl…
my biological mother. Instead, he married my mom and together, they both
saved me. I actually begged him to marry her and have been grateful ever
since (my teen-age acting out years evidence to the contrary). The bond we
have has grown increasingly strong since my dad died and I can’t imagine life
without her! It’s coming – inexorably, as it will for all of us – but I’m in no
hurry now…not for this.
As I make my way down the other side of the mountain and continue along
James Creek into the redwoods, I often think of how lovely her life is and her
amazing sense of gratitude. She absolutely breathes gratitude in and out with
every breath and never fails to stop and appreciate her home, how the light is
just right, her gorgeous flowers and beautiful art. That it’s a tiny house now
compared to the one my parents were able to build in Mendocino years ago, is
of no regret – it’s perfect for her and reflects her in every angle. I love to be
there with her – to dote on her, cook for her, cut and style her hair, do ‘girlie’
spa treatments for her, promising to smooth out the relatively few wrinkles she
has. I watch over her…like a…mom. How easily now the roles reverse. With
no formal ceremony to pass the torch as it were. We’ve just quietly slipped into
our new roles and enjoy our time together.
I’m still thinking of doing something about the rock quarry off the highway
though…