Relocating

Camping Sleepover

We headed over the bridge and he refused to tell me any of his other plans. While on the bridge I managed to refrain from hiding my head in my shirt. Bridges just freaked me out. I mean they seemed so unstable and like they could collapse at any moment. It was just a phobia of mine, but I had almost gotten over it in the past few years. I just didn't trust them to be on them long enough. Lucky for Ashton, I wasn't that afraid going across this bridge. If there had been traffic, I probably would have gotten out and ran for the other side.

When we finally did escape the death trap, I mean bridge, Ashton gave me a weird grin.

"What do you want?" I sass him.

"Do you like camping?"

"Actually, I've never been."

"Holy hell."

"Holy hell what?"

"Well, spoiler alert, we're going camping."

"Where?"

"That's the surprise."

"Why?"

"Because I said so." He said laughing.

We drove for about an hour before he pulled into a nearly empty lot surrounded by trees. There was only one car and one RV there.

"Where are we?"

"It's the best kept secret in San Francisco."

"And?"

"And it's a secret."

"So if someone shoots you-"

"Then I'll tell you where we are." He says and laughs.

"Alright where to now that we're here?"

"Well, I saved all the real tours for tomorrow. I figured I'd show you my favorite place tonight."

"A campsite is your favorite place in San Francisco?"

"Yeah. Do you have a problem with that?"

"No it's actually kind of cool. Everyone usually says some popular thing like the Golden Gate Bridge or Alcatraz."

"No one says Alcatraz is their favorite place."

"My Aunt Mary talked about it a lot. She always said it made the biggest impact from her vacation."

"Probably because it was depressing. You have a lot to learn." He says laughing.

"Yeah. Yeah." I say.

We walk around 20 minutes and he throws the tent bag and his duffels on the ground. He immediately starts pulling apart the tent and it pops up as soon as it leaves the bag. He takes a giant sleeping bag out of it as well.

"We're sharing?"

"No. I brought blankets too. This is like our mattress. I'll go get them out of the car. Watch my crap." He says and trots off in a random direction.

I spread his giant sleeping bag out and it seems to reach all the tent corners perfectly. I throw the other bags in the tent and throw myself down on the sleeping bag. It's actually pretty comfortable. I take out my phone and see a missed call from Aunt Mary from about an hour ago. It must have been when we were at the Golden Gate Bridge. It's 8pm on the dot, so it's around 11pm there. I send her a text message saying 'hi' and my phone begins buzzing.

"Hello."

"Hey Rachel. How's it going?"

"Really good. My friend and I are celebrating my new job tonight."