Yesterday we were subpar... today we were rockstars.

Except for on the golf course. THAT was a bit painful. Yesterday we had pitchers of various flavors of long islands - from pomegranate to blueberry.  Out of the six of us, I finished mine third (pretty proud of that one).

After that, we hobbled around for a bit before needing to nap (well at least some of us).  It had been a 15 hour drive, plus the adrenaline from the surprise, and it was just time to crash!!

TODAY, however, we managed to rally the troops, and after an amazing strawberry / banana pancakes (made by our chef/host Chris), we hiked up Mount Nittany.  This 0.5 mile hike should have been easy.  Well for some of us (marathon runners) it went fine, but apparently my lung capacity is struggling. 

Here is a shot of me asking, "Are we only halfway?!"

These girls were totally fit and it was awesome to get to the top of the overlook, seeing all of State College below us!

Here is the truck - the namesake of our blog.  The secret is that it's really five girls, five absolutely amazing girls, but since Amanda didn't know of our plans until we showed up on her doorstep, the story begins with the four of us.

This one here is from the drive out, basically how Libby and I slept through the night.  Emily was the true rockstar on the drive, handling the first 10 hours of the trip!  What?! WAY TO GO, Em!! (Lib and I were pretty cozy in the backseat - aside from her concerning leg cramps, it was quite comfy.)

I have seriously not felt so much warmth, love and happiness around the nostalgia that is Stillwater High School until this weekend.  This has truly brought me back to so many important, monumental moments in my life, but even more importantly, the little ones.  Laying on the grass while my friend tees off.  Eating ice cream together.  Trying not to throw clubs.  The camaraderie and jokes that these girls provide in my life.  While it's been over 10 years since we spent every spring weekday together after school, this weekend has showed me that we can go months, even years, and jump right back into it.  I think I already knew that, but the reinforcement has been beyond words. !!!

Time for a fancy grilled out meal, some good drinks (including the ever popular Windmiller) and then another night of games.  Competitive? This group? It'd be hard not to imagine.