4:23 PM, Friday Afternoon
Temperature: Can’t tell because of the sweet, sweet A/C
Condition: Waterlogged
NOW the journey begins. For some unknown reason, our departure couldn’t have been timed better, the storm had ended and after nearly an hour in the car without it moving from our driveway, I felt the familiar bump of the van’s tires touching down on asphalt road. The engine revved and my heart flipped (not literally…this would hurt) and the trees began to pass as each danced by in different poses. Life was good; me and Dyll were splayed out in the back, laptops full of movies and brains full of adventure; mom and dad sat in the front seats listening to music. We were all wet from the torrential downpour mentioned earlier, but none seemed to mind as we prepared for the twenty hour long trip ahead of us by stopping at TACO BELL and arby’s (I capitalize TACO BELL because it is way better than that other place!).
After we left we crossed Six Span Bridge only to be greeted by the first odd sight of a trip that was sure to provide many others. Orange traffic cones alerted to drivers of the renditions being applied to the bridge, but on one crane in particular was a speed boat being hoisted fifty feet above the river (Dad swears that it is some kind of a conspiracy). Cameras, to say the least, were not prepped or rolling; so taking the situation to outside sources was the only option…by the way, thank you Lola Gunderman for the help.
Temperature: Can’t tell because of the sweet, sweet A/C
Condition: Waterlogged
NOW the journey begins. For some unknown reason, our departure couldn’t have been timed better, the storm had ended and after nearly an hour in the car without it moving from our driveway, I felt the familiar bump of the van’s tires touching down on asphalt road. The engine revved and my heart flipped (not literally…this would hurt) and the trees began to pass as each danced by in different poses. Life was good; me and Dyll were splayed out in the back, laptops full of movies and brains full of adventure; mom and dad sat in the front seats listening to music. We were all wet from the torrential downpour mentioned earlier, but none seemed to mind as we prepared for the twenty hour long trip ahead of us by stopping at TACO BELL and arby’s (I capitalize TACO BELL because it is way better than that other place!).
After we left we crossed Six Span Bridge only to be greeted by the first odd sight of a trip that was sure to provide many others. Orange traffic cones alerted to drivers of the renditions being applied to the bridge, but on one crane in particular was a speed boat being hoisted fifty feet above the river (Dad swears that it is some kind of a conspiracy). Cameras, to say the least, were not prepped or rolling; so taking the situation to outside sources was the only option…by the way, thank you Lola Gunderman for the help. 
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