the road-trip that was

there was adventure.
there was vintage stores, and roller skates. there was mushroom coloured dresses, high heeled shoes, and thomas hardy books that smelt old and amazing and like the best of summer, and thunder storms all rolled into one. there was hours in cars riding up and down the coast, then there was camping in the fields. there was forgotten tent poles and tents hung from trees and exceptionally cold feet. there was broken cameras and baby blue wrens, that whistled and chirped and sang songs against the blue backdrop provided by my car.
there were apostles, not quite twelve of them. there was salada crackers, more long drives, and there was laughter amongst the sun. there was short hikes to falling waters, juice boxes and silly stories. there was alphabagetti, and oops cooking on electric barbecues by the beach. there was icecream phish and roaring waves and starlit skies. there was dedications on the radio to two girls serenaded by triple J lullabies, sleeping in their car by the beach.
There was more op shops, and amazing trinkets, and cassette tapes of music from the 60's, 70's and 80's. there was george michael, and in car dancing.

Then it was over, and there was only fun memories, and the thrift store goodies.

There was smiles and there was friendship. always friendship.