Work on Friday night was tough. It was a little busy, as goes with weekends at any restaurant on Main Street. I tried to get both Friday and Saturday off but I could only get Saturday. It’s okay though. Chris and I decided that I’d go home from work, get changed, head on over to his house(30 mins) and then ride on over to Ethan’s to sleep.

So after work I headed home to get my stuff together. It was probobly already almost 11 pm. I walked downstairs and said hi to my sister Lauren. I told her what was up and how work was, etc. I still smelled of garlic and all the other food residue that I brought home from work(and I still would for the weekend). I packed up a few things: camera, extra clothes, backpack. I put on my hiking boots that Bro. Martin got me before the mission, and set off in my white stallion once again for another adventure.

I arrived at Chris’ house maybe a little after midnight. I went in where soon he would give me a plate of dinner that his grandma made: meatloaf, rice and something..I don’t remember. But the meatloaf was pretty good, I remember that. He got ready a little and eventually his grandmother came down. Us three talked a bit while eating klondikes that they had bought for a birthday party.

Chris and I set off in the stallion on Rt. 3 where we headed towards Ethan’s. We made our way to Wal-Mart to pick up some candy. I got some gummy worms and Almond Joys, and Chris got some gummy bears. I guess Ethan moved while I was gone, or before, and I just didn’t realize it. But we ended up getting directions in the car, over the phone, from one of Chris’ friends at byu. We got off on the right exit and tried finding the first street that we needed to take. We eventually found it, but the next was tougher. We didn’t really find this one. Chris had been there a few times before, but still they were difficult directions to remember. As we were searching, Chris was definitely was inspired and we were guided to the right roads needed. We made it to Ethan’s.

By then it was probably 2 in the morning or so and Ethan wasn’t answering his phone. He probably fell asleep, the loser(all in good fun, he’s mah bro). We decided we didn’t wanna knock on the door at 2 in the morning, so we slept in the driveway in my comfortable cruiser. We declined the two front seats. Chris fell asleep, and I used his phone to text Janey for an hour or so. Eventually we said goodbye and I fell asleep.

Ethan surprised us in the morning by suddenly opening our car door and saying hi. It was about 5:30 at that point. We gave saludos and Ethan invited us in(he said he was making breakfast). We declined and rested a little while Ethan went back inside. Some minutes later Ethan came out with a plate of sausages and cookies, which is a 3 or a 4 in my top 5 food combinations. It was actually really good. I asked him if he was ready to go, and he said he was, so we headed off. He and I were wearing our sick hats that we bought together at the Kingston Mall a while back.

The drive was long, more long and even longer. It’s about a 3 and a half hour drive. On our way there we were a little rambunctious and at one point it came to throwing gummy worms out the window at other cars. I don’t think we ever hit one(the winds were strong that day) but we got close.

Continuing our journey there on the highways of New Hampshire, I looked into my mirror and sure enough, the sharks were on me, a fugitive on the run. I had never been pulled over before and it was a state trooper. I pulled over eventually and he walked up to the passenger side window and said in a strong voice, “Why did it take you so long to pull over?”. I said, “I don’t know sir, I’m sorry”. He asked me again and I said the same thing. Then he said, ” Are you hiding something? What are you hiding?”. I said, “Nothing sir, I promise”. He asked us all to give him our IDs. I gave him my license, as did Chris, and Ethan gave him his byui student ID(the fool doesnt have his license yet haha). The cop asked Ethan if he had a license and Ethan said no. He asked him how old he was, and Ethan said 19. I gave him my registration. Before he went to his mustang trooper cruiser he took us all out, one by one, searching for drugs on our bodies. And as we were standing by the guard rail between the two cars he searched my car, only to find lots of food trash and Ethan’s Jesus the Christ book on the back dashboard(that was a blessing that it was there). He put us back in the car. We waited for a couple minutes until he came back with our IDs and my registration. His whole tone of voice and attitude changed as he spoke to us in a softer tone, “Hey I know this is a sweet ride and you wanna see what it can do, but you gotta take it easy”. I probably said okay or something, and he handed us our IDs. As he walked away Chris asked him for some general directions on how to get to Mt. Washington(lessoned the suspicion, Chris is always inspired). He gave us two routes. We were definitely blessed. I didn’t end up getting a ticket. An hour or so later we made it to the base of Mt. Washington with no other troubles.

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