So after getting lost on our way to Mark’s to meet up with the rest of the crew, we finally arrived at 2 am at Mark’s lovely home. Awaiting our arrival anxiously were Mark’s lovely mother and sister….oh yeah, and the other guys too.
But really, we would really like to thank the Rawlins family for hosting us, putting up with us, and feeding us. They are wonderful!
After much tom-foolery, we left Mark’s and headed South. The Toyota. The Subaru. Then the real adventure began.
We had heard rumors of more rain on our coming travels, and even snow, so we stopped at Walmart to replace Sam’s aging windshield wipers. The old ones were literally falling apart.
And so we went: Mark, Jacob, Sam, Sam, and Charlie in the Sub, and Nick, Brennon, Jeremy, and Van Ness in the Toyota. While Nick and Brennon slept from their stressful first-leg of the journey, Jer and Van Ness had some meaningful man-talk. Broseph stuff. Basically, nothing exciting happened for a few hours except sleeping (if you could call it that) and driving. Then, after switching drivers at around 6 am, we continued on into the pass. Oh, the pass…good stuff. Never thought we would see more snow fall in California than in Washington or Oregon, but….well…we did. With Brennon at the helm with his supporting crew of Nick, Jeremy, and Van Ness, the Toyota successfully navigated the blizzard through the pass. Sam manned the Sub, and being a natural snow-beast, the Sub plowed through it effortlessly.
After months of grey, cold dreariness in Seattle, we all were desperate for some California sun and heat!
Oh well.
Since we’ve entered California, we’ve only met snow, rain, sleet, and highs of 55. Nice. But we can’t complain.
After another few hours, we reached San Fran. What a boss city. Continuing south, we reached Redwood City, the home of our very own Samuel Sandquist, and one of our favorite destinations from last year’s trip. We planned on staying the night at Graham’s home (our trip hero from last year) and visited the community center at Sam’s church, where Sam and Brennon interned over this last summer. There were great reunions and new introductions all around. It was a beautiful thing. Charlie and Jacob applied to the internship here for this upcoming summer, so they might be calling this place home-away-from-home shortly.
We ate dinner at the Sandquist home. They were great as always! And as expected, we watched March Madness. Never was a thing ever created that is the cause of such agony, emotional instability, and competitiveness as March Madness. They should call it March Madness & Gladness & Sadness.
After all the games ended, we headed to the community center. After being inspired by the tournament, we balled it up in the gym. We ball hard. Fo’ real. I’m pretty sure we could take on Duke, Ohio St., and Kansas. I smell an upset. So we split into two teams (4 vs. 5 – Mark, Sam, Brennon, Van Ness vs. Jeremy, Sam and Charlie Piehler, Nick, and Jacob). But the MVP goes to Sam Sandquist with the game-sealing left-hand reverse lay-up. It was mm-mm good.
Post-game, we maxed and relaxed in the weight room and hot tub; some of the many desirable amenities of the community center.
Ending the night with some chill time at Graham’s, we called it a night.
Day 2 was probably one of the longest days of all of our lives. But sooo worth it.
We’re looking forward to a good service in the morning at Peninsula Covenant Church! Pastor Gary Gaddini is always on it.
Pray we get some sun…for our sanity.
Later days,
Brennon
P.S. Can we all agree that “Friday” by Rebecca Black is the worst song ever created? I think so.
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