I used to love Kraft Diner and now I cannot bear to indulge in it. The smell of it, cantaloupe or baking soda makes me think of Huntington Beach. A worthwhile experience that I feel inclined to reminisce on. Therefore the question becomes what does thousands of miles, a musty fridge, a putrescent cantaloupe and a thoughtless choice amount to?
To begin when my mom decided to pursue her lifelong dream and purchase an R.V. we embarked on our journey down the California coast. The R.V. was used, so it came with a few obstacles; one of which was the fridge with the fetor that I could only describe as vintage fare and chemicals that the previous owner attempted to obscure with baking soda. As unpleasant as it may have been, it was tolerable. However, we were limited in preparation for the obstacles we were yet to face. Within the first week of our trip the power for the fridge became extremely unreliable and practically useless.…show more content… During the drive out to our destination the fridge deteriorated and ceased working so when we removed the rotten cantaloupe the pungent smell seeped in and lingered. The blend of the previous and the ripe new odour was foul like an experimental hybrid gone terribly wrong. Regardless of that, it was my favourite place of the…show more content… The beach was beautiful. The sky was clear. The sand was fine, although the sand scorched my feet to a point where they almost felt numb. I ran to the water, the ocean seemed as endless as the prairie landscape. The water invited me in, not too cold and not too deep, but astonishingly powerful. It was packed with families, beach tents, barbeques, sports, like in the movies. The sunset was marvellous, fleeting as night inched further into the sky, one side of the sky was blazing reds and oranges like a campfire and the other seemed to be abundant with pastel clouds like carnival cotton
