Do you remember watching all those old wacky movies about people who go on road trips? On the way they end up going through a lot of mistrials. At first we laugh at their misfortune not thinking that something so out of the ordinary could happen to us. This is the real world and going on road trips is anything but eventful. All that happens is you stare out of the window listening to music waiting until you reach your destination.
Normal. Easy. Right, well I am here to tell you that I finally understand those peoples in the movies pain.
The first time a vacation was brought up was when I was hanging out at my friends house. Summer was soon ending and everyone would be heading back to school. Before the world would crush our hope with homework and long nights of studying we wanted to do something. Being in Arizona, the one place you do not want to be is in the valley, so with that in mind we headed north. The night before we packed everything that we could think of food, clothes, drinks, basically anything needed for survival. After we went to bed just to get up at the crack of dawn to head out on our three hour drive. The start of the actual trip started out just like any other. We cracked jokes and even argued over superheroes.
Only about forty minutes into our trip did things start to take a turn.
Listening to music at full blast we couldn’t hear basically else except our off key singing. Unknown to us, the car was starting to leak out, creating puddles on the highway. When the song ended we could hear weird noises start to come from the engine. Pulling over we checked, noticing the puddles and realizing the car was running low on water. Now, here is the thing, we are only three young girls trapped in the middle of a highway. We did the only thing that came to mind.
We freaked. Then we called our moms.
Finally, after three frantic calls and one creepy stranger later we made it to a rest stop. Once there, we finally got enough water for the car and waited for it to cool down. Thinking all the problems were behind us, we began putting away our water supplies and shut the trunk. Walking around to where my friend who was driving at the time was, she shut the hood. When she saw us she asked us if we shut the trunk, to which we nodded. Her eyes began to get really big and she uttered the most horrible words that I ever heard.
The keys were in the trunk. The doors of the car were locked. There was no way to get into the car.
It is safe to assume that some tears were shed. After another round of emergency calls to our moms we figured out we were screwed. It was only by the sheer luck of God that we finally got our prayers answered after three hours in the heat. Two men opened the car doors and after thanking them we were again on our way. When we finally got to the campsite we thought finally no more sticky situations only sweet freedom.
We were wrong. The next day we ended up going hiking and at first it was great. The only thing I could be negative about was the breathing. However, that was due to the fact that we were heading up where the elevation gets weird making it hard to breath. When we finally reached the top it was beautiful! Then came the part where we had to come down. Being the classic klutz I am, I ended up accidentally tripping on a root and began to fall down. We must have been lucky, because I ended up being saved by grabbing a tree root.
Looking back at this past weekend I can finally say the movies kinda nailed it.
