Pismo

Words of the week...

loquacious- very talkative

confabulation- familiar talk

So this past weekend I went to Pismo Beach with some friends. It was absolutely amazing. We camped on the beach, away from stress and civilization. The only drawback was no running water but it was so worth it. 

Every day there was some sort of interesting event. The first night, we parked and unloaded and then it was off to the dunes. After many successful tries at hills and things of that nature we go over a short hill only to find one of the trucks in our group sideways in a bowl. The truck was insanely close to rolling over. After about an hour or so, we (and by we I mean I was sitting at the top of the dune watching while everyone else figured out how to help) finally got the truck out by pulling the tail end down the hill. 

The next day, after a longer run, we were going to head back when we found a new area of land that ended up being named "sand acne". These were little bumps in the sand to crawl over. After a while of crawling over these, the driver said "We will get stuck, not by me trying but we will." Not a minute later we were high-centered on a bump and completely stuck. While we waited for another truck to pull us out (thank goodness for cell phone reception at Pismo) We ran up and down the dunes and tackled people in the sand. Ironically, the truck that had been stuck the night before was the one to pull us out of that situation. All was well...

Then the next night ride. Nighttime is not the easiest time to see how steep a hill is or how far down until it's too late. Well at one of the first hills attempted we went over and all of a sudden it was just sand and then Boom! stuffed bumper...and the truck ended up on its side when we were trying to get out of the little valley that we had landed in. It was pretty scary to look out my window and see a wall of sand extremely close to my window while tilting in my seat. Thankfully with a few tries we made it out of the predicament and continues on the ride. 

The next morning, one of the girls went on a quad and hit a hill too fast. She slammed her hip into the handle bars and could barely walk for the rest of the trip. We all went back out again, the girls in the bronco and the guys on dirt bikes, only to find a huge dune. This one was probably the biggest one in the whole place. Our driver insisted we try it before we met the guys at the drag strip. Two tries, no luck. Probably one of the scariest experiences of my life. So we went to the drag slip after two close tries. The scariest part is definitely backing down the hill after an unsuccessful attempt. After some racing and picture taking we mysteriously ended up back at the same hill we had tried earlier. We attempted and came quite close to the top but never got over the soft sand at the top. 

After packing and saying goodbye to one of the best camping adventures ever, it was back to the real world of school and work and all of that stuff.