Kingsburg, CA, Wednesday, April 20
So we left home today. As we pulled out of our street, I had a surreal feeling, like we were just going out to dinner. Our van was really tall. I enjoyed the novel experience of looking down on people. I slept through most of the driving, which was nice since I’d had a poor night of sleep the night before. It was hard to fall asleep at first since the back of the van was bumpy, but I got used to it. I woke up a couple miles from our final destination. After some arguing about where the campsite was actually located, we arrived at camp: King’s River RV Park. There was no river. I was lied to. I had been hoping to fish there, but I probably wouldn’t catch anything other than a cold. Instead, I took Hazel for a walk on the riverbed. There was a lot of sand and it wasn’t a lot of fun. I found five golf balls. They’re probably still sitting in a pile on the riverbed, under a couple feet of water. We had BBQ steak, very bitter lettuce, and instant noodles for dinner. Watched a documentary about national parks.
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