It's exactly nine days till I leave to California with my Dad. I'll stay there in Cal for 10 days. Hopefully I get to see all my friends, but I don't want to push my trip into a full-on schedule. I don't want to be stressed out, if you know what I mean. When I get there my Aunt blessed us with a car to use. I'm pretty sure we're getting in late, and we'll start driving right away. From there I have no idea what we're going to do. I just know that I'll come back heavier than I was from eating at all those good restaurants.
It was about 5:30 in the afternoon. I was extremely tired from a days work of watching movies. So I chose to do something kind of crazy. You could even call it stupid. I hopped on my bike and went from my house, to the top of Hawi hill. Ya, maybe it's not that much for you professional bikers out there, but I almost died, OK. Not literally, but I didn't have any water, and didn't walk my bike once. I only took about five little breaks, and completed my journey to the top at around 6;10. I think that people should do stuff like that. Just to feel accomplished, and so they can tell the story to their kids.