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We are driving down I-5 between Bakersfield and San Jose at 85 mph and we switch lanes to pull around the SUV just in front of us. We pass them and get back in the left lane, and my dad goes to adjust the rear-view mirror just in time to see the SUV, now behind us, veer sharply off the highway and flip upside-down.
So, uh, that happened. We were a bit shaken up, but honestly, near-death is pretty par for the course for roadtrips in my family. I'd be more worried if nothing had happened by now.
Yesterday we drove all the way across Arizona, which I am not overly fond of because they kept closing the roads we were on so that they could paint them or something. Also they only had one rest area in the entire state. We only got slightly lost coming into Barstow, but it was pretty late so we just went straight to our surprisingly not-at-all sketchy hotel and crashed.
Today we drove up the length of California, which went a lot faster than I was expecting. Once you get through Bakersfield and out of the desert and into the hill country, it really is a gorgeous drive. Right now I'm in the mountains between San Jose and San Francisco, staying with an old friend of my dad's. In the middle of writing this I was summoned into the kitchen to see the deer walking through the trees in the front of the house. My dad and his friend are reminiscing about their antics back when they were young and alcoholics; I've mostly been left to my own devices.
Tomorrow I will be back at Stanford. Such a strange feeling, after so long at home. Mostly I am just glad to be done roadtripping.
So, uh, that happened. We were a bit shaken up, but honestly, near-death is pretty par for the course for roadtrips in my family. I'd be more worried if nothing had happened by now.
Yesterday we drove all the way across Arizona, which I am not overly fond of because they kept closing the roads we were on so that they could paint them or something. Also they only had one rest area in the entire state. We only got slightly lost coming into Barstow, but it was pretty late so we just went straight to our surprisingly not-at-all sketchy hotel and crashed.
Today we drove up the length of California, which went a lot faster than I was expecting. Once you get through Bakersfield and out of the desert and into the hill country, it really is a gorgeous drive. Right now I'm in the mountains between San Jose and San Francisco, staying with an old friend of my dad's. In the middle of writing this I was summoned into the kitchen to see the deer walking through the trees in the front of the house. My dad and his friend are reminiscing about their antics back when they were young and alcoholics; I've mostly been left to my own devices.
Tomorrow I will be back at Stanford. Such a strange feeling, after so long at home. Mostly I am just glad to be done roadtripping.