Saturday, July 6, 2013

Highway to California

     As you may know from reading previous posts, I've been in Arizona for the past month. However, I just took a little trip within a trip, and am now in California, and will be for the next week. It wasn't necessarily the easiest journey getting here, though.

     The plan was to leave by nine o'clock, so that we could get to the end of our alleged eight-hour-drive by the time fireworks started. After driving for three minutes in the heat of the Arizona morning, we knew something was wrong. That AC was turned up full blast, by we were just getting face-fulls of hot air.

     The AC was broken.

     It's summer. Moreover, it's summer in Arizona. That's just adding insult to injury. Salt to an open wound. A slap to a sunburn.

     We had a general consensus that we would definitely not be going on the drive with a broken AC unit. Since it was the 4th of July, open auto body shops were scarce. Luckily, my aunt and uncle have an mechanically-oriented friend, who quickly scoped out the problem.

     In an effort to repair a previous problem, my uncle kind of created a new one. I don't speak car, but I'm pretty sure what happened was that there was too much of a fluid, so it was overflowing, resulting in lack of AC.

     It was an easy fix, thankfully, so we got on the road in about an hour.

     I'll try to not complain too much about the journey, in case my aunt and uncle end up reading this. I don't have too much room to complain anyways. I will say though, the oldest of the kids was something of an issue.

     She is currently in the "why" stage, meaning she constantly asks questions about absolutely everything. For the first five seconds it was adorable, but after that I wanted to be deaf.

     Her most asked questions were:

• Are we in California?
• Where's California?
• Are we driving?
• Can I have some alligator?

     Alligator is the kids' name for Gatorade.

     She asked each question at least ten times, probably seventy-two times for others.

     The youngest, still not yet two, was going through being-held withdrawals. He had this impressive respiration cycle, as he managed to hold his breath for a full twenty-three seconds before screaming his little head off.

     Upsides? I get to fly back, not drive.

     Hah. Hah hah hah. Hah! He he.

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