The Camp Mattole web site says that the drive through the Mattole Valley and the Lost Coast area provides "breathtaking scenery [that] allows visitors to experience one of America's most beautiful drives."
This is true. It was breathtaking each time I went over a pothole as big as my car. Look, I would think, a lovely grove of--damn!--another gigantic pothole. When I went through the two stretches of road composed of dirt, dust, and sharp rocks, I thought America has some issues with its most beautiful drives.
If they are growing a lot of pot in Humboldt county, then they need to start taxing it pronto and fix the roads. In fact, I was later told by Corey the tow truck driver that I was lucky I didn't get out of my car and wander around looking for help with my tire. I might have been greeted by a gun to the head instead.
So pot growers! Support legalization and taxation on your product. Then you can drive to work safely.
But here's the truth of the matter. I'm ready for another car. The MINI was really fun. It is fun still. It zips, it zings. It flings itself around and about. I can park pretty much anywhere, and I barely ever buy gas. But it's just not a car for a person who wants to drive to the Lost Coast or, for that matter, buy a Christmas tree. It's not a good car for bringing home top soil or mulch. It is not great for having more than one passenger, and I think I've shaken my mother out of her skin while going to the movies.
The MINI was a good car to buy in reaction to another, older life. It was a good car to learn how to be Jessica Barksdale, sole owner of something in general. I was never the washer of cars nor the waxer. Nor the smog checker. In fact, I was in abdication of all car responsibilities during my marriage. The MINI helped me learn how to be a car adult.
And now I want an adult sized car, one with clearance, four wheel drive, and monster tires. Okay, not the last thing. But mostly everything else.
Maybe the road to the Lost Coast was a metaphor. Maybe I have to adapt again. I'm in a newer life than the life I was in when I bought the MINI. Maybe my new life is a Subaru Outback. Or a Toyota Tacoma. Or maybe I don't need to throw out the MINI but get a beater truck, one for trips to the Lost Coast or to Home Depot. Maybe I need to add not divide. Maybe I need fuller not lesser.
We will see.
Causes Jessica Inclán Supports
Women for Women International Goodwill Industries Lindsey Wildlife Museum Freecycle.org