Ho boy, how can I explain this . . .
Me and Quen were in jail for a couple of days. Okay technically not jail, but rather a holding cell in this podunk town in the middle of Arizona. All because Quen wanted to play the role of hero on the night that Ottawa got their butts kicked by Anaheim. Of ALL nights, game five of the Cup!
You wouldn't believe me anyway, but here's what happened.
That night, we heard an explosion. I think Quen was doing some typing here. He wanted to see what happened. There was a bank robbery and a large guy, with a Southern twang (not Texan, but more of a southeastern accent) behind it all.
He turned himself into a sand creature and started attacking us. Quen and I fought back, but it was for naught. Anyway, just as the police got there, the criminal disappeared and we were still there, surrounded by sand and paper money flying everywhere.
We were arrested and charged with arson and larceny. We didn't resist arrest, and we got questioned by this huge sheriff who had what Quen called "kim chee breath." We spent a couple of nights in the jail. We had to the remainder of our vacation money, save $100, for bail money (we had about $40,000 for the year thanks to pops). We had to find the jerk that framed us, and lo and behold (does anybody actually say that anymore?), there he was. This time, we had a plan and captured him, quickly disappearing from the scene. We got cleared of the charges, but we didn't get our bail money back.
Unbelievable.
So, we left Arizona, but had to pick up a few things with the remaining funds. We were on our way back to California to cut our vacation short. I used the ATM, and the unthinkable happened . . .
Not only did we get the $100 back, but we also had more than double the funds we had at the beginning of the trip, namely $90,000. There was also a note that came out the ATM. Here's what is said:
The incident in Arizona was unfortunate,
but you did redeem and clear your names.
You have potential.
We're keeping an eye on you
and will make sure
the rest of your trip is comfortable.
No more money problems either.
Happy trails.
Mr. K.
That . . . was so cool! But who is Mr. K., and what does he want with us? Is he a friend or a foe? Who cares? We have 50,000 more reasons to continue our year-long road trip. Quen and I ate at a local restaurant, spent a night at another hotel, and left this morning.
The trip continues, and it's going to be a fun trip. Guess we're going to Texas. I heard about this dude ranch my friend back home told me about that's the real deal. I can't believe Quen never rode a horse before. That's gonna be fun!
We'll be there for a couple of weeks, so, I'll catch you then. See you on the road.
- Bry
6/6/07
Day 6: The Grand Canyon
I've never seen the Grand Canyon in real life before until yesterday. Just on movies and television. Oh, and books.
Bry and I saw it yesterday. I . . . I can't put it into words. It took centuries and centuries to create this wonder of the world, and I finally saw it. The Grand Canyon.
Certainly not just a hole in the ground. Far more than that.
Bry tried to convince me to walk on that silly clear walkway. I have to tell you up front. I'm afraid of heights. Sure, I've surfed the Malibu pipeline as well as tamed 50-foot waves on the Big Island, but that's the flimsiest looking thing I've ever seen.
Anyway, we're at the hotel. Bry wanted to see Anaheim kick Ottawa's butt tonight after what he calls "Ottawa's fluke win" over the weekend. And - - -
. . . the heck was that?!? Just heard this explosion outside. I'm going to check it out.
Until next time, mahalo, and latahz.
- Quentin
Bry and I saw it yesterday. I . . . I can't put it into words. It took centuries and centuries to create this wonder of the world, and I finally saw it. The Grand Canyon.
Certainly not just a hole in the ground. Far more than that.
Bry tried to convince me to walk on that silly clear walkway. I have to tell you up front. I'm afraid of heights. Sure, I've surfed the Malibu pipeline as well as tamed 50-foot waves on the Big Island, but that's the flimsiest looking thing I've ever seen.
Anyway, we're at the hotel. Bry wanted to see Anaheim kick Ottawa's butt tonight after what he calls "Ottawa's fluke win" over the weekend. And - - -
. . . the heck was that?!? Just heard this explosion outside. I'm going to check it out.
Until next time, mahalo, and latahz.
- Quentin
6/1/07
Night One
Well, it's almost day two. Quen let me type a little on this blog of his. Let me say, I'm definitely glad I'm not in Ontario this week.
For starters, the Championship's in Ottawa this week. Anaheim's up 2-nil and now, they're on foreign soil, um, ice. The fans are going crazy up there, and Ottawa will definitely have the upper hand. All of Ontario's proud that a Canadian team could, once again, hoist Lord Stanley's cup for all to see.
Well, almost all of Ontario. Us Torontonians aren't exactly too thrilled about Ottawa's crowning moment. We're part of the Original Six. They're still . . . the expansion team. Yeah, we haven't been good since the lockout, but, it's cool.
Listen to me, like I'm on the team.
Now, you're probably wondering, why am I talking about Canada when I'm here in the States? Why am I Canadian? Well, that's my pop's part, I guess. He's a Canadian ex-pat who just happened to marry a Hawaiian surfing champion, i.e. my mama. Stuff happened that's too complicated to talk about at this moment that caused a rift. Quen stayed with mama. I went with pop.
He stayed in touch with his Hawaiian roots while I embraced my Canadian roots. We're different as night and day, but we remain close, writing, e-mailing, that sort of thing. Quen's always ribbing me about why my hair is spikey with highlights. No matter.
So, last Christmas, we decided to take a year off of everything (he was about to take an internship while I was ready to head to University) to see the USA. Like our ancestors did.
Wait, no. Pop's from the great white north while Mama's from the jewel of the Pacific. We're the first Frosts to ever travel around the country. Pioneers!
Let's see. It's late, almost midnight in the west. Letterman's a repeat, as is Conan, so, I'm about to call it a night.
Oh, right. Name's Bryton. Me and Q aren't going to be on again until Monday. Got a lot of traveling to do.
I'm hitting the sack, and see you on the road.
- Bry
For starters, the Championship's in Ottawa this week. Anaheim's up 2-nil and now, they're on foreign soil, um, ice. The fans are going crazy up there, and Ottawa will definitely have the upper hand. All of Ontario's proud that a Canadian team could, once again, hoist Lord Stanley's cup for all to see.
Well, almost all of Ontario. Us Torontonians aren't exactly too thrilled about Ottawa's crowning moment. We're part of the Original Six. They're still . . . the expansion team. Yeah, we haven't been good since the lockout, but, it's cool.
Listen to me, like I'm on the team.
Now, you're probably wondering, why am I talking about Canada when I'm here in the States? Why am I Canadian? Well, that's my pop's part, I guess. He's a Canadian ex-pat who just happened to marry a Hawaiian surfing champion, i.e. my mama. Stuff happened that's too complicated to talk about at this moment that caused a rift. Quen stayed with mama. I went with pop.
He stayed in touch with his Hawaiian roots while I embraced my Canadian roots. We're different as night and day, but we remain close, writing, e-mailing, that sort of thing. Quen's always ribbing me about why my hair is spikey with highlights. No matter.
So, last Christmas, we decided to take a year off of everything (he was about to take an internship while I was ready to head to University) to see the USA. Like our ancestors did.
Wait, no. Pop's from the great white north while Mama's from the jewel of the Pacific. We're the first Frosts to ever travel around the country. Pioneers!
Let's see. It's late, almost midnight in the west. Letterman's a repeat, as is Conan, so, I'm about to call it a night.
Oh, right. Name's Bryton. Me and Q aren't going to be on again until Monday. Got a lot of traveling to do.
I'm hitting the sack, and see you on the road.
- Bry
Day One: The Trip Begins
Bry just picked up me up at the house in Malibu a few hours ago.
One year on the road with my twin brother. Learning about our powers, we have a whole year to catch up on everything. Life, love, and all things decent. He'll teach me about hockey. I'll teach him the way of the wave. Hopefully, no humbugs.
I'll be typing up what I've seen and done throughout the year. Now, if there was only a way to show you everything. Video camera's busted right now. No mike either.
But first, formals. Name's Quentin Frost. Typical haole name, I know, but I'm a half-Hawaiian/half-Canadian scientific surfer. Just turned 18. Just graduated from high-school. Second smartest in my class (Lois was just a bit higher than I [I'll talk about her later]). I'll give you the details another time.
Gotta go for now, we're pulling up on the interstate.
'Til the sand and ice meet again, mahalo, and latahz.
- Quen
One year on the road with my twin brother. Learning about our powers, we have a whole year to catch up on everything. Life, love, and all things decent. He'll teach me about hockey. I'll teach him the way of the wave. Hopefully, no humbugs.
I'll be typing up what I've seen and done throughout the year. Now, if there was only a way to show you everything. Video camera's busted right now. No mike either.
But first, formals. Name's Quentin Frost. Typical haole name, I know, but I'm a half-Hawaiian/half-Canadian scientific surfer. Just turned 18. Just graduated from high-school. Second smartest in my class (Lois was just a bit higher than I [I'll talk about her later]). I'll give you the details another time.
Gotta go for now, we're pulling up on the interstate.
'Til the sand and ice meet again, mahalo, and latahz.
- Quen
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)