A Trip To Caribou Creative Writing

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It wasn’t until 10:00 am that my dad woke up. The ride to Caribou, Maine was approximately 6 and a half hours, so by the time we got settled at the campground, it would be 5:30 pm. I begged him to get ready and start driving as fast as he could. He mumbled a few words, and used a water bottle to simulate a faucet to brush his teeth. Instead of changing, he straightened his Guns and Roses t-shirt and proceeded to the steering wheel. The old camper drove out of the parking lot and onto the highway. As my Dad drove, I caught up on my sleep. I woke up to the sound of swears as my dad made an atempt to hook up the sewer system.
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