There and Back Again.

In the end I got a "B" in my English class so I decided to go to Arcata! For those of you who don't know where Arcata is, it is the Home of Humboldt University on the northern California Coast. From Ashland it’s like a four-hour drive. It was pretty fun; in fact I have had nothing but junk food and an apple for the last 24 hrs.

On the way over it was just like any other car ride, you know, complaining, music, rock slides, and the other very common stuff. Yes, I did say rockslides... In fact we were driving and I saw some funny looking things on the road, then I saw the same funny things falling from the sky. After pondering them for about half of a second the car started getting pummeled by decent sized rocks... I screamed, "Oh, FUCK!" and everyone else kinda wondered what was going on. 500 ft. down the road we start to hear a funny sound, which the driver (Jon) recognizes as a flat tire... The coolest part is where this happened is very narrow windy roads with a drop on one side and a very tall cliff on the other. When we pulled over not more then 3 cars had passed when a cop pulls up, he gets on his bull horn and says: "Could you please move more to the side of the road." This was not a question... it was a statement, a very ominous statement, much like he was death pulling us over. When we responded that we couldn't move the policeman says in the most monotone voice ever: "You're gonna get hit." and that was all... It was as if he was deciding our fate and dooming us to an eternity at the side of this road. After a little bit he got out of his car and set up some flares.

To top it off it was raining.