At Home in the Ocean | My Family Travels
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Four months ago while talking to my uncle I decided that it was high time for a road trip.  I started saving every penny I earned in my after school pharmacy tech job, in preparation for a month long road trip from Idaho through Arizona and California. On the first of July I left my life long home for my first solo trip with only my dog as copilot.

The first leg of our adventure was to Strawberry, Arizona to see my grandparents. The driving portion passed uneventfully, much to my relief. Upon arrival I was showered in hugs and kisses from my grandparents and cousins. It was amazing to see everyone again. Throughout the next two weeks we went on nature hikes, swimming in a local rivers, and I even got to solo rock climb on a few occasions.

Time flew by and before we knew it, it was time to move on to the next leg of our journey, the California portion. This is where the story gets exciting and aggravating. The plan was for my uncle and I to drive over night, through the Mojave Desert, and into San Diego where we would meet some of my cousins on the beach and learn to surf. Sometimes life doesn’t like to follow plans.

For those of us who have traveled through the Mojave Desert know that it is probably one of the worst places in the world to have automotive problems. 2 a.m. and about fifty miles from Barstow, California the car begins to roar and then click. I pulled over to the side of the road and turned off the car, helplessly watching the temperature gage continue to rise until smoke began to billow from the hood. Like any good story a hero came to the rescue, our hero ended up being the AAA. tow guy. He towed us to Barstow where we spent the night and waited for a mechanic to give us the bad news.

The next morning we walked to the garage where our car was being worked on. A tall skinny man met us outside the garage door, the look on his face said it all, there was no hope for the car. My Uncle and I decided to pool our remaining funds and get a rental car to finish the trip. We also decided to worry about the car later and enjoy our time at Pacific Beach.

This was my first time ever at the beach. I ran full-boar into the ocean. My senses still remember the taste of salt water in the air. I spent the next three solid days in the ocean, only stopping to eat and sleep. We surfed,  swam, and at night we played on the beach.

On this trip I learned how independent I truly am, and I find that to be very comforting especially sense I will be heading off to college at the beginning of the next school year. My trip has gone perfectly so far and if I had it all to do over again I would do it exactly the same except, avoid the Mojave Desert at all costs.

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