Saturday, June 27, 2015

spring training.

The Nationals came to DC in 2005 and every spring, I have thought about going to spring training. Even when I was in Provo going to school I contemplated flying out for a long weekend. But until this year, I was never able to make it happen. But things finally lined up that R and I could drive down to Viera/Melbourne. The family I nanny for was also going to be on vacation, so I didn't have to request time off, and R was on spring break from teaching. So we bought tickets for the Nats/Yankees at Space Coast Stadium, reserved a hotel room and were off!

We decided to drive, even though its about 12 hours, because frankly, its cheaper and we're poor. The drive down wasn't actually that bad, because we hadn't seen each other in several weeks and had a lot to discuss. Things were going pretty smoothly until we were about 5 miles from the Florida/Georgia state line (country music jokes expected) when I heard a low rumble. At first I thought that a passing semi was just pushing down hard on the brake, but then I realized that we had a flat tire...of course. So we pulled over the shoulder, called AAA, and then ended up calling the sheriff's office instead, because AAA couldn't have anyone come help us. You may be asking why we didn't try to change it ourselves. I actually do know how to do it, but it was 9pm, rainy, and not a lot of cars on the highway. So the sheriff came to wait with us, but ended up just changing the tire. He and one of his deputies struggled for a while but were able to put on the donut and we were back on the road. We still had a while to go, so we got a hotel in neighboring Kings Bay and got a new tire in the morning. You couldn't expect us to go on this road trip and not have something unusual happen, did you?

Other than that we had a great time. Made it to the game right as it started and got to see the Nats AND the Yankees. Yay baseball! We also got to spend some time on the beach, and watch "My 600 lb Life" in the hotel at night. We're really fun.



any roadtrip down 95 requires a few stops at my favorite fast food restaurant.


road side yoga at the South Carolina welcome center.


GA.


shoutout to the sheriff and his deputy for rescuing us!


the sad tire amongst all our bags.


finally made it to Florida...


Nats/Yankees!!!





beach beach.



home <3.


the remnants of our cooler.

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