A few weeks later we were ready to go.
We loaded up the station wagon. First we loaded the car top carrier. All the sleeping bags, the tent, the dinning fly, the camp stove, the lantern, and the suit cases with our clothes went up on top of the car. Then we loaded other items. Each child had an allotment of books or crafts, something to keep him occupied during the five hour drive to Bryce Canyon. We each had a small space in the back of the station wagon staked out for us and our personal belongings. Most of us were cramped tightly in the very back on the part that folds down.
Karen came out a little later. We saw her walking down the sidewalk toward the car. Vera was the first to notice, "Oh no," she moaned. "Karen has her big junky sack again!"
When we first got our 1969 Ford Fairlane station wagon it seemed to have all the room in the world. But now it was cramped. Of course we were all growing, especially me. So when Karen came and climbed in, we, with the mean, youthful honesty, let Karen know that we wished she wouldn't bring all her projects with her.
But she didn't pay any attention to us, which is good. She just made her way to a tiny empty space on the foam rubber that cushioned the back of the station wagon. Her sack rattled with pencils, crayons, scissors, paper, books, sewing, knitting, or whatever projects Karen had brought along.
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