Memorial Day Weekend

This Memorial Day weekend was one of the best weekends I’ve had in a while.

I had a mini road trip with two of my friends. It was planned two weeks prior to us going and everything seemed like it would go well. I told one of my friends to expect something to go wrong. We don’t live in a perfect word, there for the road trip wouldn’t be perfect, and something was bound to happen. Which it did.

It was a trip from California to Wyoming. We passed Nevada, Arizona, and Utah. While in Utah I was stopped by a cop for speeding. I thought great the first hurtle. It wasn’t even a big deal. The officer let us go with a warning and he was super nice.

Thinking I learned my lesson the first time I continued driving, but at the same pace as I was before. I was hyped, I was excited, and I was sleep deprived. We were on 15 hours of continuous driving. So of course I was speeding.

The second time I got pulled over was in Wyoming. We were so close to getting home and then all of a sudden shinning red and blue lights lit up my rear view mirror. Sure enough it was another cop.

This time he asked me to follow him to his car. He asked me to sit in the passenger seat while he looked up some of my information. I was so nervous, I thought for sure that something was gonna happen to me this second time.

But as luck would have it, he was so happy and talkative. He asked me questions about myself and where we were going. He said we should check out Mount Rushmore. He let me go off with another warning.

One of my friends was freaking out. She said no to many bad things are happening. This trip is bad.

I had to try to calm her down but she wouldn’t budge. Of course before getting pulled over the second time I kinda fell half asleep and drove off the road but nothing happened, that didn’t help the situation though.

Once we were forty minutes away from our destination we got a flat tire. It was the funniest thing.

I told one of my friends, this trip is like the journey of my life. Every obstacle and hurtle is in my way, but I still manage to get through it. I still manage to pick myself up and move along.

I like the way I’m looking at life right now. It makes me enjoy it more and I can relax. Life is a journey, we all have the same destination. Death. So just enjoy the way there, because the destination isn’t really that important.

Any who, we made it to my friends aunts house and stayed for 2 days. We were able to see Devils Tower. It has a pretty cool history to it.

We also saw Zion in Utah. And from there drive home. So over all this was a great road trip.