Roadtrip

So, I went to church this morning to play bass. I got a decent amount of sleep last night, no complaints, just a little tired at 8am. Understandable, I've been assured. I had made a call the night before, to the lead worship guy, Jon, and his wife, Sharla, wondering if they were free after church to go to the beach or something. It was my day off, Sunday, so I wanted to do something other than sit here, out of the sun. They, sadly, informed me that they already had plans for that fine Sunday afternoon. They were going tenting at some former church member's RV campground.

They invited me along, but I was working the next day, so that would have been a bad decision.




Until I said I'd just come for the day, and drive home in the evening. Then that sounded like a great idea, so two more guys decided to come with. One double stacked burger, one sandwhich, one quick pack job and a dirty vehicle later, we're ready to go.




So we toss the stuff in the back of the very, very warm white leather interior car, and attempt to enter. We then are forced into a retreat by the scorching nature of black leather left in the sun for a few weeks. An improvised "towel" system is put into place, and we're off. The 2-2.5 hour drive begins.


We get to Winfield and decide to stop and buy some gas. My impulse purchase was an 8-pack of coke. We were thirsty, it was 2.99 (plus applicable taxes), and 8-packs are just way cooler than 6-packs or a couple of 1L bottles. Seriously. Way cooler. James paid for the gas, I paid for the coke. I figured it was a good deal.

The drive is beautiful.

I enjoyed the scenery. I used to work at a camp out near Salmon Arm (the area we were headed to), so I was very used to the drive. James was driving, so I could just sit back and enjoy the lakes and mountains as they peeled by.

We get lost, go driving down a wrong road that we knew was wrong for quite some time, and eventually James had to pee so we pulled over as the "No Thru Road" loomed behind us. Being pulled over already, we decided turning around was also a good idea. While James was peeing I got this video recorded.



Anyways, we got there, played some beach volleyball for awhile, which I am less than amazing at, but it's super fun so who cares. Eventually we decide to go boating, which is always fun. On the way out Josh (Jon's brother) and I were riding in the very front of the boat, so we were being tossed about. Meanwhile, none of us had much faith in our driver, as she constantly muttered/yelled/frantically screamed at the various other boats out in the water. Not faith-inspiring, to say the least. Anyways, we stopped, eventually got everyone into the rather cold water, and then eventually drove back cold and tired. It was pretty much awesome, of course.

We returned to the campground, the few staying over set up their tents. We got some greasy food from the gas station. Apparently I was "6.99" hungry. The grease marks on the box actually came from my hands, not the crazy ladies serving me. Yes, I did flirt with them. No, I did not get extra fries. Such wasted energy. James was almost "9.49" hungry, not including the upgraded coleslaw. I ate what fries he did not. As well as Rebecca's extra fries. Such expensive deep fried food.



And then we drove home, changed, and I came back to my home. Where I wrote this blog while talking on MSN to Kelsey, with whom I have been discussing the merits of musicals and Zero 7. Excellent.

To bed, dear friends, to bed.