Once the ol' van, (also now known as Ms. Frizzle), was ready for take off, we hit the road for Glacier. We drove for about 3 hours, feeling happy and content to be on the road again, when Adam stopped the van, in a curious manner, and stretched his arms out with a big yawn, (and a big smirk), saying, "Man...I'm tired of driving...I wish there was somebody else who could take over for me..."
That is when I learned how to drive the van. I had a little practice, thanks to Val, but for the most part it was all new. I did all right on the highway, and coming to stops to get onto a new road, but reverse was a little tricky, as well as driving in town, and after my first redlight, I frantically looked at Adam and told him it was time for his expert driving skills to take the wheel once again. It was fun, and quite funny actually, Adam got a kick out of it. :)
By this time, we were only an hour outside of glacier, and before we knew it, we were driving in the mountains. It was breath-taking, and we giggled with every swooping curve. The air was so cold, but we just couldn't roll up the windows...it was like having them down made us feel even more alive than we already did...it was, simply, amazing. We pulled into the first camping area we stumbled across, and quickly got a site.
The water was blueish green. |
Expect to hear about today, tomorrow...we are falling asleep just trying to type...so, good night!
-Sierra
Good night Will await hearing about "today" and tomorrow...
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