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Everyone looked at me. I never had opinions on logistics. I only had opinions on playlists and whether my brother was touching me.

“Alright, captain. You navigate.”

For two hours, we bounced along that forgotten road. The canyon walls rose up on either side, striped like a jawbreaker. Sam fell asleep with his head on a stuffed pterodactyl. Mom passed back peanut butter crackers. And Dad didn’t say a word. blog amateur

I learned something out there, I think. Not about maps, or gas, or getting lost. I learned that my father, the great and terrible planner, was just as scared of the unknown as I was. The only difference is, he hid it behind laminated paper. Everyone looked at me

I didn’t have a compass. I didn’t have a GPS signal. All I had was a sunburn and a stupid sense of direction. But I pointed left, and he turned. “Alright, captain