I recently went on a trip to Iowa for a family reunion. It was fairly short
(up on Friday, back on Sunday), but I had a good time. I drove up with Holly
and my brother, Rich. Despite having every good intention of being on the road
by 3 pm*, we didn't actually get going until around 5:30. Now, according to
Google maps, this is a 8.5 hour trip, which should have put us there at about
2am. So you can imagine our relief when we arrived at our destination at
around midnite, a mere 6.5 hours after departure. So yeah, don't trust the
trip length on Google maps, unless maybe you actually plan on driving the speed
lmiit the whole way (who does that?).
We slept at a campsite at the lake, where the reunion was being held. This
turned out to be a fairly interesting experience. Anyone who knows me knows
I'm not generally the type to get up early on the weekends. This being said, I
was up no later than 8:30 am every day, with no alarm clock mind you... or at
least not one of the conventional sort. My alarm clock on this occasion was
the sun. But it wasn't the light that got me up, oh no. This loving bundle of energy jumped the
temperature up to about 90 degrees in the tent by about that time (ok, I didn't
actually measure this, but it was freaking HOT!) Unfortunately, being curled
up in a nice cozy sleeping bag did nothing to cure the problem, though ditching
it didn't help as much as I'd hoped either.
Despite this, I still had a pretty good time hanging out with family, playing
some volleyball and keeping my sisters at bay. Kinda wish I could have stayed
longer... or at least kept driving at the end. It always kinda bums me out to
have vacations end, as short as they may be.
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