Whining for a Wallet Ryan Kirkpatrick

Have you ever had that nauseous feeling when you reach for your wallet... and it’s not there? That’s what hapened when Dad, one of my four brother, and myself were visiting Dallas Texas for Spring break. After visiting DBU, possibly where Brother #3 will be going to college, we had a short rest at the hotel before heading to Dallas. We took a train to the city district and walked around aimlessly for an hour.

As we had just found a place for dinner, a Mexican-themed outdoor grill, ol' Pops reached for his wallet and found only pocket lint. Needless to say, it was a pretty discouraging meal (not to mention I paid for everyone’s meal), Dad kept telling himself that his wallet was long gone. But the thing that scared him most was that he was going to have to tell Mom about it.

Brother #3 and I betted on that we would find it either in the car or the hotel. we spent all dusk retracing our steps and stopping at the train stations asking for any wallet sightings.

With no luck we drove back to the hotel, praying that it was there. Brother #3 and I dashed into the room looking through every nook and cranny. I noticed a billfold on the ground holding cash, credit cards and a drivers license. From that day on, we all checked our pockets religiously!

"But the thing that scared him most was he would have to tell Mom about it!"

Deep in the mountains of Colorado lies a mile long staircase, once a cart railway now a tourist attraction, the Manitou Incline. This fantastic sight to behold shoots up to 20,000 feet and attracts the likes of tourists, hikers and my family. More specifically, Dad.

Once every summer, my family spends a week in Colorado Springs, for gratitude of our uncle who is the reason we can afford schooling. We discovered The incline about 2 years ago, and have made it a now permanent tradition to climb it until we reach the top-ish. We haven’t technically made it to the peek of the incline but it certainly feels like we have once we reach the outlook.

Before we set foot on the thing, Dad makes us drink plenty of water because apparently, lots of people have collapsed there due to dehydration. We also bring plenty of apples and cliff bars on the journey; though to be honest, I never really cared for cliff bars that much.

The first quarter of the trip is easy. It’s just a straight walk to the steep staircase, that’s when it gets a bit more tricky. Ten minutes pass and we’re on the steep part, every step feels like weights are strapped to your legs. Twenty minutes and our sweat glands begin to kick in. The challenge begins to become real. Dad orders a water break and scolds Brother #3 for pushing himself. Maybe Brother #3's just that good at hiking.

It has been half an hour and we’ve covered a lot of ground, almost halfway to half point. Another ten minutes pass and we stop for a lunch break. Everyone gets a sandwich and apple. It’s been an hour and we’re barely three-fourths of a way to the peek. Dad has resorted to crawling on all fours, Brother #1 abandons his dignity and joins him.

Thirty minutes and I see the peek; me and Brother #3 hustle up the steps and take in the view. We patiently wait for Dad and Brother # 1, for ten more minutes.

And now, a short rant about traveling, via driving.

Spring break was swell and all but I could do without the number of road trips we had.

First we drove five hours to Dallas Texas and Stayed at a hotel. Then we got on the city roads, which were terrifying, to see Brother #2 and the college he was in.

We also went to see another one that Brother #3 was interested in, which took about thirty minutes. Afterwards, we drove five more hours to Clinton Arkansas to visit our grandparents and then three more hours on the road, we were finally home.

I like road trips despite spending half of your spring break just driving.

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