Thursday
We awoke for our third day of camping to discover it was still raining. When it finally stopped, we decided enough was enough and opted to head home instead of sticking around for another night. Our campsite was so muddy I got dressed standing on top of my shoes.
It ended up being a good thing Mike's dad didn't let us leave the state -- Mike's steering column broke on the way home, and he had to hold the steering wheel up to keep the ignition from disconnecting and conking out the car. His arms were aching by the time we got home.
Occasionally we ran out of room on a particular day, and skipped back a few days for extra space. The rest of this page is from August 25, which is chock full of quotes from a different road trip. Clearly I had deep thoughts about TV and media even then.
Friday
The sticker says "Foreign" -- it was attached to a pile of mail at my dad's office, where I helped sort and stuff mail today. We mailed in bulk through the post office, so we had to make sure to keep foreign-bound mail separate.
My night with Tim might sound boring -- miniature golf and bowling -- but it was probably a lot of fun. Tim was a lot of fun to play minigolf with, and when it was just the two of us, he usually wasn't such a spaz. :) Our scores reflected our comparative skills in golf and bowling -- Tim had lived for a couple of years in a golf course community, and I bowled much more regularly than him.
I sort of remember this late-night conversation with Pete. We're not exactly close now, but back then we were really hit-or-miss. He could be a serious jerk sometimes (I suppose the same could probably have been said about me), other times we got along great. Getting ticketed for cigarettes wasn't his only brush with the law that summer -- another time my dad had to go pull him out of the Tower Lakes police station after he and friends got busted for throwing an underage party on the little island Bryant had tried to take us to during Salute the Moon. His friends were a bad influence, and I hoped to convince him to find more productive -- or at least less law-breaking -- ways to have fun.
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