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Stickshifts and safety belts.

Eleven hours is a long time to spend in a car. It's a long time to spend driving. It's a long time to spend staring at the road with your leg locked up on the accelerator. I hate using the cruise control. It feels like I'm not really in control of the car. Oh well. It was a nice, peaceful drive that I was mostly awake for. You tend to see weird things when you have nothing to look at. Makes for good conversation though. You only need one word to make a joke.
I was certainly anxious about the trip. I think everyone was in their own ways and for their own reasons. I just wanted things to go right. For everyone to have a good time and walk away smiling wider than they were when the went in and I think it worked. And despite my misgivings, I had the best spring break I've had in a while. I was hanging out with good friends and got closer to friends I wasn't as close to before.
No, we didn't do much. What we did, though, was fun. We laughed hard and got sunburned. What more could anyone want? I'm already looking forward to next time, which I'm hoping comes sooner than later.

Being outside is just so therapeutic. It's easy to get caught up in the silliness and trivialities of daily life to the point where you get dragged down by the little things. It's just nice to get a chance to recharge your batteries. I wish I got more opportunities for doing that, but I should probably just take the initiative and do it instead of wishing it. Camping makes me feel like a little kid--I can't stop laughing and smiling. There's so much to look at and admire and share. Who can be cynical when they're watching a sunset?
It's a great world we live in--minus most of New Mexico and the entirety of El Paso.

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