The Grand Canyon. I've always wanted to go there. I thought long and hard about it on the walk back to my house. It didn't leave my mind while I was writing, either. How can I possibly turn this down? A road trip with two of my friends to the Grand Canyon just sounds too appealing.
That Tuesday night, the road trip completely plagued my mind. I was already mentally packing all that I would need. I was just glad that I was usually a light packer, for I don't think that a vacation like this could afford a heavy packer.
On Wednesday morning, I texted Dan.
Could you give me all the details on the road trip, please?
About ten minutes later I got a text back.
• We will be away for over two weeks.
• Chris has rented a camper already.
• We all will take turns driving; we will stop to sleep.
• All of us are pitching in on the finances, whether it be gas or food or whatever.
• Bring hiking equipment.
If you need help packing, then I'm here to help. :)
He was acting as if I had already made up my mind on going. Oh well. I basically have.
Okay. Thank you!
Anytime was the reply I got, and left it at that. I got showered and dressed, and sat down to type. Pushing the Grand Canyon to the back of my head, I decided to invite Dan over tomorrow to help me pack.
It was about 12:30 on Thursday, and I had most of my stuff packed. I just wasn't sure of for how long of a stay I should pack for. I texted Dan, and he said that he could be over at about quarter after one. In the meantime, I decided to do some typing.
Just to crunch some time, I took fifteen minutes of me-time to sit on the porch and read a book. At 1:20, Dan arrived, apologizing.
"Yeah, sorry I'm late. Just got caught up with Chris and all.."
"Oh it's fine." I lead him up to my bedroom, where we continued talking.
"I have most of the stuff packed, except for the hiking things. Do you have an exact number as to how long we'll be away?"
"Yeah." Dan replied. "We were thinking..." He trailed off as we entered my room.
I furrowed my eyebrows. "Is something wrong?"
He blinked. "Oh. No, it's just... Nothing."
Okay then. "Okay. Now about the number of days we'll be gone?"
We began to talk, and I got all the information. It would take about four days to get there, and the route was already taken care of. Reservations were made at a campsite near the Grand Canyon, and we would go down inside four days after we arrive. Secretly, I was trying to plan something for Dan's birthday, for it was on July fourteenth. I wasn’t sure about Chris’s birthday, but when I asked, he said that I had already missed it. Oops, I thought. Oh well. But what could I do for Dan? I couldn’t buy him something here; I would have to travel with it and keep it hidden, which I was terrible at doing. And with Dan’s nosey personality, it would be even tougher. No, I would have to buy him something there.
Pushing the thought to the back of my brain, we finished packing, and Dan left, saying that we would be leaving tomorrow, bright and early.
“We’ll pick you up at five.” He had said.
“Okay. I’ll be ready.” I thought that that was really cutting it close, but I didn’t say anything about it. That night, I transferred everything from my computer to my laptop. I was going to work on my writing if I wasn’t driving or busy. I told my parents where I was going, just in case they would visit and I wouldn’t be home. It was about 11:oo by the time I was completely finished with everything, and set my alarm for 4:15.
I awoke to a loud beeping coming from my clock. Five hours of sleep was definitely not enough for me. Groggily, I hopped in the shower and was completely ready by quarter till five. I went over my checklist, making sure I had all my chargers, toiletries, and enough clothes to last me the trip. Setting the house alarm, I brought my things out onto the porch when Dan and Chris arrived.
“Good morning, Haylee!” Dan called and climbed out of the car.
“Morning.” I called less enthusiastically.
“Just a little.” I lied.
He helped me pack all my luggage into the car, and we set off, the camper towing behind us. Chris was driving first, and Dan was the passenger navigator, even though we had a GPS. I sat behind the driver’s seat, and tried to type some, but apparently nodded off.
I awoke to someone gently shaking my shoulder.
“Haylee..” It was Dan.
Opening my eyes, I saw the we had stopped and parked at a restaurant. The sun was high in the sky.
“Yeah?” I mumbled drowsily, my throat sore.
“We’re getting a quick bite to eat. Want me to bring you something?”
Blinking, I stretched, waking up my sleepy muscles. “No, no. I’ll come in.” He’s wearing glasses, I suddenly realized. I hadn’t ever seen glasses on him before, but they made him look nerdy. I hopped out of the car.
“Nice glasses.” I said, nudging him.
He smiled. “Yeah. My contacts were bothering me.”
The wind was blowing, causing my hair to flip in all sorts of directions. “Ugh.” I murmured, throwing it up in a messy bun.
“Oh don’t pull your hair up.” Dan suddenly said. I gave him a confused look.
“I meant, umm… Nothing. Forget it.” He was blushing, and that was an indicator that I had to get to the bottom of this.
“No, tell me.” I said, forgetting the bun, allowing my hair to be whipped around.
“Uhh, I just like your hair down, that’s all.” He ruffled his own hair, not meeting my gaze. I was a bit surprised, but didn’t show it.
Not knowing how to respond, I just gave him a half smile. We ate a quick bite for lunch, and were on the road again, this time with Dan driving. We were taking cycles; every time we stopped to eat, the driver switched out, then was given a break by sitting in the back seat. The one sitting in the back seat before then became the navigator, then the driver, and the cycle continues.
I felt really bad, because I had a hard time staying awake. Dan needed me to keep his eyes open, but how could I do that when I could hardly keep myself awake? Chris was already out, so it was just me and him.
Dan must have noticed me nodding off. “Hey. You can go to sleep if you want. We’re going to be on this highway for a while.”
“No, no. I can stay awake.”
“Well then I guess I better keep you in a conversation.”
“Which I am terrible at doing.” Dan laughed; I did, too. I knew that I was a lot better at making conversations with small talk than Dan, but my mind seemed clogged up from lack of sleep, despite my nap.
“So how’s your thing with The Virgin Records?” I sounded very professional, I know.
“It’s great. I’m not really making any money right now, but I need to come up with a whole bunch of songs to form an album.” We continued to talk, our conversation swerving all sorts of different ways. In the end, we somehow ended up conversing about how parents have to pay a fine in certain states if their kid bullies a peer.
We stopped for dinner, and found a campsite to stay the night in. Once the sewer was all hooked up and the water was on, we slept. There was one double bed and a couch, so Dan slept with Chris, which left me all by myself. I didn’t mind, but I had to get used to the feeling, since I wasn’t used to sleeping on a couch. I set my phone to wake me up at 4:15 again, and drifted off.