Why Don't We Do It In The Road

In the last week I have traveled more than eighteen hours in a car on my mid-summer vacation. Last weekend, my younger sister and I went up to Nevada to visit my brother and spent a few days hanging out and catching up on things. Not to mention eating big meals and playing 36 holes of miniature golf.

I had the pleasure of driving that adventure; four hours on the way up and six hours on the way back down. Sure I had a good time, but I will never drive to Nevada again at night, especially when I am tired. The trip was fun and I had a good time hanging out with my siblings and my brothers girlfriend. You know, just us kids. I guess it was a treat because the following weekend I would find myself traveling South through California for a weekend at the lake with my girlfriend and her family.

We left early Friday morning ... well early for my standards. We packed up the SUV and headed on our five hour trip through Yosemite National Park and toward the city of Mammoth. We climbed the windy road through Yosemite and avoided campers and bikers haphazardly stopping in the middle of the road to take pictures and sightsee.

We made it to Mammoth and planned out the next few days with my girlfriends family and cousins. We went horseback riding up the rocky side of a mountain, one my hind quarters did not take kindly. Two hours of a sun-hardened saddle keeping you on top of a bouncing bronco. OK, it wasn't a bronco to my knowledge but it was a horse, that I am certain.

Today we met up with some friends of my girlfriend's cousins and spent the morning and afternoon skimming across Crowley Lake, trying to wake board. I had only been once before, about seven years ago, but had never managed to get myself out of the water.

It turns out I was told the wrong things to do when I went my first time.
This time was better, I was able to get myself up and balance for a little while before taking a head-first dive into the chilly lake. There were complication with my equipment, since my size thirteen feet didn't want to hang out in the bindings.

Other than that, I had a fun time and am sad that my vacation is ending with tomorrow's drive back to the Bay Area. These last two road trips have really made my summer and are helping me keep my mind off the lonely semester to come. I have had a great time and am definitely considering convincing my family to purchase a boat. Oh well, like this vacation and this post, all good things must come to an end.

Title: The Beatles, "Why don't we do it in the road" on the White Album