My best friend, Sammie, and I had been living in different states for a whole school year. We reunited in June, when I went to Santa Barbara to pick her up and we drove up to Seattle together. We spent a week making our way through the Sierra mountains, watching the landscape change through our bug-stained windshield, car-dancing to one of the 30 mix CDs we’d brought along. We stopped frequently along the way to hike and climb and to fantasize about living in a cave one day, subsisting on teriyaki beef jerky. I dreaded the moment when we’d reach our destination. I didn’t want the trip to ever end. One day I’m going to buy a school bus, and my friends and I will make it our home. No rent, no shitty jobs, and no daily worries except for flat tires and the changing gas prices.
Thanks to Sammie for letting me take a million pictures of her.