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What’s up AL,

     I am on my trip with my father and his friends.  Even though they are a little dorky, they have always treated me like one of them.  They don’t treat me like the idiot teenager like most people their age.  The drive here was awful.  We drove the forty hours straight, yeah straight.  It was really uncomfortable in Jim’s minivan, especially with all of the fishing gear.  I am so happy I can drive now.  I thought that would give me the chance to be in the captain’s seat.  My Dad, you know the slowpoke, ripped me every time I tried to go over the speed limit even though they all did.  Oh well, the captain’s seat looks nice from the passenger seat where I’m writing from.

     You should have seen what Herman did at one of the gas stations in the middle of the night.  He floored it right at some old dude with a walker.  The guy had to dump the walker and dive into the station.  I think Herman laughed harder than I did.  He’s cool.

     Man, I wish you could have fished with us.  The mountains are unbelievable.  Yeah, bigger than Michelle’s.  The guys really got me though when we were fishing the Yellowstone River.  We were on a section called “Buffalo Ford.”  I had no idea what that really meant.  Apparently I was the only one who didn’t.  The guys thought it was really funny when they watched a bull buffalo climb down the hill right behind me.  I swear I crapped my pants right there in the river. Do you get the “Buffalo Ford “  thing now?  We need to get back at my dad.  Remind me.

     Hey, we just got back in the van a minute ago.  I can barely write because I am laughing so hard.  Remember I said I would need to get my Dad back.  Well, I didn’t have to wait long.  We just got out of the bathroom where my Dad just about peed in the trash can.  It was right where the pisser usually is and he never looked.  He begged me not to tell the guys, but there was no way.  I don’t think he’s ever going to live it down.  It looks like they are actually going to stop and feed me.  I’m going to barf if I eat one more ham sandwich off of a rock next to the river.  Later, Dork.

 

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