It started like a regular old Friday in Las Vegas, Nevada; school was boring, math project to work on, but luckily, I was going out of town. My parents set up a Cruise America RV trip with my entire extended family, which consisted of 21 people. Although a weekend in a rental trailer did not sound like the ideal vacation, it was better than doing chores and homework, or so I thought…
After a 2 hour drive traveling north along I-15 branching off onto the Great Basin Highway, we arrived in the barren wasteland known as Alamo, Nevada. We began setting up camp in an area known locally as “Box Canyon”, but realized the jack on my family’s trailer was missing the pin that keeps it in place. My dad searched the trailer, our truck, and even drove along the road looking for it. Eventually, we had to settle for a rusty old nail, hoping it would hold up until the trip was over.
The next morning, Grandma and Grandpa arrived. As they pulled into the campsite, their truck got a flat tire. The dads immediately began fixing their parent’s car. About halfway through the job, my eldest cousin came running into the site from a nearby trail. She franticly explained that two of her brothers had crashed into each other as they rounded a blind corner on their motorcycles. A few minutes later, Trevor (the younger of the two daredevils) stumbled into camp, his face a bloody mess.
Luckily, my dad and my uncle are both dentists. After a cursory exam, they decided that he had broken his lower jaw. They rushed him 110 miles to the nearest hospital back in Las Vegas where we later found out Trevor had broken his jaw in three different places! At this point, my mother told my sister and I to pack our things so we could leave for home as soon as our father got back from the hospital.
In an effort to raise spirits around camp, my 62-year-old grandmother and my 8-month pregnant aunt began hiding Easter eggs on the nearby mountain. While scrambling over the huge, graffiti-covered boulders, my grandma slipped and broke her ankle. Trevor got and unexpected visit from his grandma as they passed each other in the emergency room. Boys were the emergency room doctors surprised!
Finally, when my dad arrived back at camp, my family left. We cut the trip short because our luck was going downhill, and fast. After another excruciating 2 hour drive, we made it back home.
As it turns out, I would have been better off staying home and doing homework. This trip taught me a lot of things; I learned to bring spare parts, always wear a helmet, avoid giant, graffiti-covered rocks, and most importantly, never RV in Alamo, NV!
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