My aunt Denise on my father's side didn't marry. However, she did want to have children. And so, she decided to adopt from a country in South America entitled Honduras. They are one of the number one places in the world for baby adoption. Dad went down to do the dirty work for her, and met up with all the lawyers and such. Now, he happened to meet Ray's wife, who was doing work for the Peace Corps. Ray, the nonchalant husband, was bored out of his mind. And so, he agreed for a price to drive around Dad and be his tour guide/driver/translator/police man. Who else were they to talk to? So, they struck up a friendship, and after the babies were delivered they kept in touch, sending Christmas presents and cards and even though not talking that often and never really seeing each other much, still talking to each other over email. This trip there would rejuvenate their friendship, I suppose. Those Honduran babies are now my very good cousins Daniel and Joshua. But, that is why we were going. For the past few days, my curiosity at what this man was like was overflowing. Dad said he was smart and an intellectual, also very methodical, taking a long time to answer and very serious. I formed an image of a black haired man, young, who nodded a lot and stroked his chin.
We were driving there that day, March 8th. We got all our toys inside and placed the swords and stuff inside the bays, saying goodbye to a few of the full timers that let us see their site, very nice and proud people. It was sad to be leaving this very awesome resort, where we had played and relaxed for three days, done errands, and then went on a hot air balloon, saw all this freaky stuff, and then did Joshua Tree for the next four. I could spend all time in that very relaxing and nice place, with the mild climate, the lean back chairs, the pool, green grass... oh your gonna make me want to go again. But anyway, it was time to leave, for we never stayed anywhere longer than a week and that was the day that we were leaving, the seventh or eighth there. With some tears I made a last slideshow in my brain of our time, and then helped Dad roll the electric cord in by a push down button in a compartment, and then putting the key in and tightening it. After that we undid the water and rolled it up and into a bay, and Dad did the sewage, which I don't want to describe really. We pulled in the slides, in that small space, locked the doors, secured the other stuff from falling (although SOMETHING falls in every ride) and then I slid in with my feet up against the crate on the stuff-rodden table, with my computer.
We drove to Victorville along a highway, and besides forest there was nothing scenic to report. It wasn't a long drive either, going inland. In the town by gas stations and liquor stores, we slid in to a nice R.V. park with stone blue sign at either side, then turning left to go into the white building office. I'll describe it in full later, but it's on a hill with a big tree, a willow. The R.V. park was named, Desert Willow R.V. park, hence the name. Dad and Mom went inside but I did not. I would many times later however. Alright very well so, we parked at the very end in a gravel section, middle row, site 16. After we did all our set up, we talked to a man by the electric cord and everything in a fifth wheel. We had a long back that was empty for the jeep. Mom got our bikes off, and then we saw a few kids by a fifth wheel that had steps and a patio. I talked to them first while Rebecca was inside. There was a small kid on a trick bike, Chase, and then Corey or some weird C name, and she really reminded me of someone who looked like that named something close to her. Chase was small and brown haired and Corey too, and also chubby. They both had bikes and Rebecca and I, after asking our parents, decided to join them by the office.
I was really glad to have met some kids after like no children at Motor Coach R.V. resort.
We came up a back side, where a ledge was, and two sidewalks going up into a middle part, and then stairs to a pool and stuff. But you could also get up this area from yet another ledge. Chase, as small and young as the little boy was, was awesome at trick biking and getting up on those ledges faster than lightning. Corey wasn't as good at it. We got up at concrete place quick and then put our bikes up against a protruding brick wall, and then maybe walked the bikes up the ramp. It wasn't staircase, no, but a ramp, sorry. There was the pool to our left hiding behind a white metal fence, but it was March so I had really no reason to go swimming. To our right, a large tree with enormous boughs and shady branches. Chase got high up, but Corey was the better at this one. We talked to them at several things, and I heard them talk about an offender that was busted and not living there anymore, and shook my head hearing that these small Cali kids knew what that was... because I didn't know until we saw Jerry Sandusky stuff on CNN. Terrible. I tried to get out of that uncomfortable subject as best I could, and asked how it was living here. They're in public school, and they said the word Mexican several times. We then left our bikes and stood in the shady courtyard, where on a far end is a water fountain and a door to a reception hall where people were in. Then if you turn left...
you find some more doors to a restroom and a library, all only key accessible. Then to our left we had a white fence guarding the grass area. It was weird there was this large fence, and you couldn't open anything except with a key. I supposed that perhaps the reason was that there were hobos and criminals in CA, and on a busy street people would try to loiter some. So, we looked around here and then talked some more. These people were nice, but kind of sarcastic and stuff. After taking in the breeze and playing tag, Chase hid Corey's sunglasses in a bush and I asked him where they were, having a slimy and evil excited grin. He showed me and I proclaimed in a devilish matter, "I have a better spot! Follow me!" But then I just handed it back to Corey. Well, we found out about them staying here for two years, and then we rode around a lot more and I asked Chase if he knew what he called his bike. That was at the front of the R.V. It was silver and sharp, so I suggested Silver Wolf or Silver Bullet or something like that. He liked the name and then Rebecca, so sadly, told him that mine was Oreo. I tried to change it to something awesomer but they wouldn't budge. Oh well.
Corey's was Baby Blue and Rebecca's was "The Hot Pink Tomboy". I hated Oreo because my bike was black and white and it was a fattening food. But we rode around anyway. Back at that side of the office, we saw a small kid, older than Chase but younger than me, named Landon who came up and said hi. Corey stated his brother was ummm... I'm not allowed to use that kind of language, but I'll just say she said he likes boys. I'm sure that's not true though. We played with him a little bit, and then rode around with the wind in our faces talking as we went along about school and different kids and stories, going back to the R.V. as the day dimmed and the sunlight colors danced upon a small sky.(forest and gas station signs.) We played truth or dare, spitting out leaves and waving to strangers in cars. They, even though were very young and kind of nice, said bad words and at that point, after we had already gone in a couple of times to relax and get water, Rebecca walked in, not even saying anything to the cussers. I told them what it was about and shortly left, where to Rebecca's delight we watched American Idol. I drifted off to sleep in my large bed after the show was half through.
Goodbye for now.
Oreo... such a stupid name,
Andrew.
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