Yesterday I went to the beach with friends. I drove, which means that there will almost always be some sort of detour, incident, or otherwise unplanned adventure. I'm not a bad driver per se, but I have absolutely no intuition when it comes to directions. Our detour/incident of yesterday happened when, after driving down a wrong road not a forth of a mile from the beach, I insisted on turning around rather than backing out of the narrow road. I drove into a ditch and got the front of the car stuck. Pushing did not help, attempting to drive out did not help. So we hiked down the hill, found a pay phone, hiked back up to get change, and hiked back down to call triple A.
So we camped out on the side of the road to wait for the tow truck. We put down a blanket, we ate our sandwiches, and we talked. My friend brought out her guitar and she played. We ate Airheads, we told stories, we laughed, and we waved at every car that passed us, even though none of them stopped to ask us if we needed help. It was not at all what we had planned to be doing, but it was the best part of the day. It was a simple moment, but it felt so natural, like that was what was going to happen the whole time.
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