So, for six weeks, my family went on a road trip during my dad's sabbatical.
First we went through California, The Land of Bad Restrooms. We hung out with friends and family for a week or so, and then drove over to Arrakis—wait, no, Arizona. We swam, got our teeth checked (I'm getting trays), and bought bottled water because the tap water was borderline toxic. I ran a mile around a park in the 100-degree weather, and it was brutal. But fun.
Then we stayed a night at a New Mexico hotel, which was cool, and drove through a bit of Texas on the way to Oklahoma. Note: Texas is very flat. No wonder Republicans seem more likely to believe the world is flat.
Oklahoma was cool, and then we went to the Arkenst—Arkansas, which was pretty seedy. Then we went to Georgia and hung out with some old friends. Georgia is beautiful, and it was amazing to visit.
Then we stayed a night in north Florida, and realized why everyone says they're from south Florida, before driving down to south Florida to visit relatives, where we saw The Martian and Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade. Then some of our best friends flew down to hang out, and we visited the Everglades, where we saw lots of alligators, locusts, and turtles, went on a 15-mile bike ride, and also got eaten alive by mosquitos. We then went to the beach for several days and boogie boarded a lot. My nose got sunburned so badly that the skin pealed off, and we went to Kennedy Space center TO SEE A ROCKET LAUNCH!!!!! Rockets are awesome!!! We also saw the space shuttle Atlantis, the second one I've seen, and the great film Apollo 13.
Then we drove up to South Carolina, where we stayed one night. That night, my dad and I saw Top Gun: Maverick in the theatre. It was great. We then drove to Washington, D.C. to stay a few days. We biked and walked a lot. We were there when that news broke. We were overjoyed, but not everyone was, let me tell you. I'll spare you the details.
While in D.C. we went to a lot of museums, and I occasionally shared history facts with random strangers.
Then we went on to Maryland, then Pennsylvania, then Ohio, then Indiana, then Illinois. After that:
Wisconsin—the hotel barely counted as inside, but that may or may not have been because of the tornado that had hit the area recently.
Minnesota—this is a beautiful state.
South Dakota—my dad went down a water slide and hit an elderly woman after asking her to get out of the way. We saw Mount Rushmore, too, and picnicked by a lake.
We then drove through Wyoming to Montana, where we stayed at a friends' house. Montana is gorgeous. We had one of the best views ever. We drove through Idaho (staying a night) and Washington, and then getting home.
You can read more on my sister's blog.
And here are some photos:
I'm second from the left, or fifth from the right, or second from the top, or fifth from the bottom, or third from the lens, or either first, second, or fourth from the lake depending on how you measure and estimate. I'm also the boy in the blue shirt.
Here we are in Washington, D.C.
Another photo from D.C.
Very similar photo.
In the car.
After watching Top Gun: Maverick. Yes, that's my nose. After at least a week of healing. It was much worse before. Oh, wait, my tan line is what's horrifying.
Here we are by Lake Michigan.
By Mount Rushmore.
Gary Larson was here.
And this is just Ben. Ben says hi.
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