A white Winnebago Indian motorhome with brown stripes sat in the driveway. It was a classic seventies model and probably had quite a few years on it, but it looked well maintained.
A Yamaha lightweight dirt bike was secured to the luggage rack at the rear. That was Kurt's everyday ride, and the big guy was crouched there, checking that it was fastened securely.
"Hey, buddy." When he saw Nick, Kurt stood and gave him an enthusiastic high five. "What do you think of my dad's ride?"
"It's great, but I thought we were just going away for the weekend."
Nick looked in puzzlement at the motorhome, which was a size bigger than a minibus. He had just passed through Hood River before entering this mission. It was a fairly popular tourist destination near Portland, with comprehensive amenities. There was no need for something like a motorhome.
"Our destination is another dozen miles or so beyond Hood River. It's a vacation cabin a cousin of mine just bought. I specifically borrowed this from my dad just in case."
Kurt brushed off his hands and stood, motioning for Nick to follow him into the apartment as he explained.
"My cousin only paid two thousand dollars for the whole cabin, so no matter how much he brags about the scenery, we need to be prepared to spend the night in the RV."
Hearing that, Nick was already regretting his decision.
Although students in any country were prone to getting into trouble out of boredom during long summer and winter breaks, American high school and college students were still in a league of their own.
Whenever someone threw a party, everyone flocked to it. Some alcoholic drinks, music, and people shaking their asses and getting handsy already counted as a respectable party, and