Traveling in a Dodge truck with my stepdad, Mike, in the driver's seat, I am looking across the mountains of the Rockies as we drive out of Denver, Colorado. We are headed on our way to pick up a Volkswagen GTI in California, but we made it into a vacation as well. Mike works on Volkswagens at his shop and owns his own company, so whenever I get the chance to travel with him, I jump on that opportunity. I love nature and just having the music up and the wind blowing through my hair as I roll the window down. I feel calm and myself once again. I miss these days.
These were the days where I felt nothing but the chill of the air. I felt no worries of my family, of my friends, of guys who would soon come in and out of my life. I felt no pain. As the sun goes down, I would set down my book and put my headphones in. I would sing along to Jack Johnson and stare outside my window wondering how God made this world so beautiful. Even though there was many moments of silence with Mike in the truck, It was never awkward because we both enjoyed the silence just as much.
When we finally arrived in California the next day, we drove into Yosemite National Park and received our permits to climb half dome that week. As we set up our tent and started a fire I started cooking dinner. The smell of the fire and the rustle of the trees swaying together reminded me why I love nature and traveling so much. It gave me a sense of understanding why I am here today. I hope one day I get to experience all these amazing feelings again.
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