It was Sunday, Taylor's only day off. I was craving adventure.
I had plans.
My plans don't really count as plans..
My plan was: Go on an adventure.
I didn't know where we would go or anything.
Sunday morning we woke up to rain, thunder and lightning. I expected it to let up. I went out onto the balcony and asked politely for the rain to stop.
(I was planning on taking photos of my new hats that day too.)
Taylor saw that I was disappointed, he insisted that we go out anyways. Driving on the freeway was intense. We saw cars pulled over under the bridges. Most cars were going 25 miles an hour on the freeway. We could barely see anything.
The rain suddenly let up. It was then 101 degrees.