Journal # 2 - A journey to a loathed destination
Wow. Now that was a long drive. I felt like screaming "are we there yet" the whole way. Holy. I wish my dad would have picked somewhere closer, like within 3 hours would have shut me up, but 10? ARGH. Anyway, we left our hometown late last night and arrived early this morning. My dad almost got in a fight with the park registration. Apparently we never booked a campsite. This got my hopes up, I saw the registration clerk scanning her long lists carefully, and my dads brow pushed so close together it looked like he was willing our name onto that paper. I was all ready to turn the car around, replace my battery in my music player, finish the next chapter in my book and start singing to some tunes as we cruised the long road home when the lady smiled at my dad, and declared it be so that I spend a week, an entire week in the middle of nowhere. In other words, she found our name on the list. Yippe. I was just settling comfortably back into my average angstly mood when I saw something whip past the car window. Or thought I did. Great. Not only am I stuck somewhere I don't want to be. I am now seeing things too. Some would call me crazy, depending on my mood, I just might agree with them.