(Okay so starting today the perspective is going to be changed to 1st person. From Tara's perspective.)
I woke up to the sound of my parents whispering in their bed. I tried to lock the sound away so I could fall back asleep. I rolled over, a bright light shined through my closed eyes. I squinted my eyes open and even through the blinds of my window the sun lit up the whole Rv. So much for sleeping in. I groaned and sat up. I reached over and grabbed my phone from under my bed. 9:42 am. I hadn't gotten to sleep till around midnight. We had driven almost all the way to Modesto, we thought that if we drove at night we could get ahead of the 4th of July driving rush. It didn't help much, considering by the time we were actually getting on to the road lines of cars were already ahead of us.
The RV slowly began to inch its way up the canyon, snow began to come into view. At first it was just on the tips of the mountains but as those distant mountains came closer their was snow melting onto the road. At about 7000 ft we took a turnout, and drove down a skinny little road and parked after a bridge. A guy at a gas station a while back had told us their was great river access here, Great was a strong word. We all had to foot slide down a decently steep cliff, one wrong move and it was possible you would end up in the crashing roaring rapids just 30 feet below. I realized that it was a mistake to be wearing sandals about right when I exited the vehicle, but I was a little bit to lazy to go put on some closed toe shoes. So I worked my way down the hill to the water in practically flip flops. When I had heard river access I figured of a freezing cold crystal clear freshwater pool in a granite crevice. What I found was a 8 foot long corner of the river where the water stopped flowing as vigorously. I mean it was big enough to fully dunk your head under water. The water was much to cold to do anything else anyway.
After taking some pictures, throwing some huge logs into the river, and getting serious brain freeze from the ice cold water, I was ready to head back. So we did, back to the Rv, and up the skinny little road. The Rv was getting tired of all the hills. Not that it was having any trouble with the constant climbing, it was just complaining a little bit. 8000 elevation passed and then 9000. The air became thinner, but the view just got more and more breathtaking. At the Sonora pass we pulled over and hiked up just over a little hill to get the vista point of the canyon. Our jaws were dropped down to the ground, mountains upon mountains for as far as the eye could see. It was hard to even pull your eyes away. But of course we had to, the road down took much less time then the road up, but it wasn't any less pretty.
We didn't have a deadline for what time we had to reach our next location, we didn't even have a destination. We were just driving, no sense of rush or any particular things we needed to do, just driving.
And we did, we drove, miles after miles. The road raced under the wheels. The middle dashing line turned into a blur. Cars whizzed by the side of the Rv. We were all hungry so we pulled over at the nearest rest stop and made some pasta and played cards. Time flew by and before I knew it the sun was setting, making our shadows grow longer and longer until there wasn't even enough light for shadows. We were trying to make it up to Lone Pine which was still about 2 hours away. So under the setting sun the Ben twisted the key in the ignition and started the Rv. I looked out the front windshield and all I could see was road. Road with no turns or stoplights, nothing but straight road. I guess were gonna have to get used to that, at least for the time being.
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