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Day: 4|| Location: San Diego, CA|
Security is mostly a superstition. It does not exist in nature, nor do the children of men as a whole experience it. Avoiding danger is no safer in the long run than outright exposure. Life is a daring adventure or nothing at all.
-- Helen Keller
I want to start by apologizing for the crappy writing in this journal -- most of the time I've written this at the end of a long day, plus writing journals for all
to see is kinda new to me... so, with that said -- Day 4 has been a stand-out day. Because I had no reason to get up early this morning, I slept until the late hour of 8am. I know
that sounds ridiculously early for "vacation" but when you sleep outside, you rise with the sun. Even with my late start, I still had three hours to kill before my first
big event for the day... so I walked up and down the strip checking out Vegas in the daylight. I really like it a lot more when the sun's up... I wandered through the Venetian
where they had an indoor market that looked like St. Marks square, complete with canals, gondolas and singing canoe... guys. I don't know what they're called, but they wear
stripes and paddle the gondolas.
At 11am, I checked another box of "things to do before I die:" Bungee Jumping. So, I zipped up my official trackbrad.com flight suit, paid my $65 and walked to the top
of the tower (171 Feet -- the highest bungee tower in America!). Now, I've been skydiving -- which is pretty intense in itself... but, in skydiving you're basically jumping out into thin air, paying little attention to the ground,
trusting your parachute to catch you eventually... the ground is pretty far away and seems harmless... bungee jumping, on the other hand, is a totally different ballgame. Imagine standing 171
feet above the ground, the breeze is blowing and you're looking down. At concrete. And you're trusting a rubber band to save your life. Riiight.
Needless to say, I jumped and felt 4 seconds of freefall... not realizing I was slowing down until I was on the way back up. INTENSE!
I have a feeling I have a new, expensive hobby.
By this point, I had had enough of Vegas, so I headed towards San Diego, CA. In order to get to San Diego, you have to pass
through Death Valley. Death Valley, the hottest place in the U.S. I had a half-tank of gas.. so I was good-to-go. I started driving my happy self down the
highway, talking to friends and listening to music... passing gas station after gas station. After an hour or so, I noticed my gas gauge was getting near the red... but no
gas stations... hmmmm... thirty minutes later I noticed an orange flickering on my dash... not the usually
"Check Engine Soon" light that is almost perpetually on (exhaust problems) but the Fuel light. Still no stations. Awesome, out of gas in Death Valley. Good call, Brad. God, I sure could use
a station about now. Not ten seconds later, a gas station appeared in the middle of nowhere that looked a little like a scene from the movie "The Postman." Probably
the most backwoods, run-down looking station I've ever seen... I'll take it! God seems to provide just at the moment of need.
Now, I'm finally in San Diego, but will update the rest of the night (plus all my pictures) after I hang out with some of my old friends from my summer with Amor