My Terrible Bowling Trip

We drove through the many neighborhoods and the large streets that I knew around Memphis heading for I-78 towards Mississippi. This was not the first bowling trip I had been. Actually, there were many before this, so I was used to the long boring drives we were forced to go through. I started getting motion sickness, so I had to take some medicine to help stop the nausea. The medicine also made me drowsy, so it was tough for me to stay awake. Everything became a blur after about 30 minutes as I struggled to keep my eyes open. It was as if I could hear, but not see what I was listening to outside and inside the car. After about ten minutes of trying to fight the power of sleep, I gave up and let it take over my body. I woke up to a horrible cow manure smell, and looked outside the window to see a sign that said Mississippi, Welcome Home. I knew then why it smelled so disgusting, because of all the cows and farms that started showing up on the side of the road as we passed into Mississippi. I quickly turned the air conditioner from outside air to inside air in order to block out the terrible odor. I could feel the cold air attacking my defenseless skin until I was forced to turn the knob to create a warmer climate in the car. Everything started passing by so fast because I would fall in and out of consciousness until we arrived in Foley, Alabama, about one hour and 45 minutes from Ft. Walton Beach, Florida. We decided to stop at a McDonalds to get a quick bite to eat. Somehow we could not find a McDonalds anywhere in Foley, so we stopped at place I had never eaten at, Whataburger. After we finished eating, we hopped back in the car and were on our way. We arrived in Ft. Walton Beach at 11:00 p.m. and we checked into a hotel nearby the bowling alley. Then we started unpacking all our belongings from our car, starting with the all the stuff in the backseat. We took our clothes into our room, then our food and drinks, then all our expensive belongings such as cell phones and the Garmin. I opened the trunk to get my bowling balls out in order to keep them in a controlled climate in the hotel room. When I opened the trunk I gasped at the sight of the emptiness.