From the Diary: West Coast Road Trip

Summer 2013, my family took a four day road trip from Seattle, Washington to San Francisco, California. It was a group of 10 of us: me, mom, dad, sister, aunt, uncle, two of their kids, and my grand parents. These are the stories from that trip taken straight from my diary.

June 15, 2013 – Washington State, USA

It is currently 6:09 pm here in Washington, so that means it is after 9:00 pm back home. I got up at 4:30 am to finish getting ready for the trip.

The plane ride wasn’t terrible. It lasted for about 5 hours. That wasn’t the longest flight I have been on, but man it felt like it wasn’t ever going to end.

Like every trip, things go wrong. We don’t have a set plan, but the small one that we did have blew up. Our flight arrived a little late. Then everyone else had to get their bags from baggage claim (That always takes a long time). Next, we had to get our rental car. By the time we were finally ready to leave the airport, it was 12:30 in the afternoon. We had wanted to be in Portland, Oregon by 4:00pm to see an airplane Papa wanted to see. There was no way we would make it, so we changed our plans.

The 10 of us spent the day in Seattle. We drove all over the town. The driving all over town part was really an accident. Our one goal was to see the Space Needle.

Before we went up the Space Needle, we got to see some art. There was an exhibit of glass art stuff going on in the building next door. So many colors! The glass structures were also in the most interesting shapes. Payton recognized the artist’s work and said that it was world famous. In my opinion, art is art. If you say it’s art, then it must be. It’s all in the eye of the creator.


The top of the Space Needle was alright. Like all other high points, you are able to see a great distance. Seattle is surrounded by water and mountains. Gorgeous centenary. It wasn’t anything spectacular, but I’m glad we chose to go up the Needle because it is an iconic part of Seattle. But that’s about it.

Currently, we are on our way south to Portland, Oregon, hence why my handwriting is worse than usual. The roads out here suck. The land reminds me of Scotland. Rolling green hills and giant mountains. Lakes everywhere. It’s very green. Evergreen trees are all over the landscape. I see countless trees that would make great Christmas trees. Until tomorrow’s car ride with more stories.


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