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Moving a Piano to Texas

A couple of weeks ago, I learned that I could be of assistance to my Uncle Zachary - he is a pianist down in Austin, Texas, where he just graduated from UT in Piano Performance. He needed a piano moved down to his apartment so he could practice tuning and playing.

Luckily, my grandfather (his dad) has a spare piano in the basement of the church he presides over in Hutchinson. So on Monday, I went to said church, along with my mom and Uncle Josh (Zach's brother). Together, we worked taking that piano apart as much as we could, and then got a couple more guys to help us move it, a table, and some chairs up the stairs and into the back of my truck. It was a tight fit!

I then set off, at about 4:00, for Austin. The trip was a challenging one; I battled fatigue, delirium, and stale pretzels - lots of stale pretzels. At about 2:00am on Tuesday I arrived at my Uncle's apartment.

On Wednesday, my Uncle and his friend took me to a fancy sushi restaurant. Then, we went to a park and enjoyed the scenery. Then, my Uncle and I rented a kayak and took on the mighty Colorado River. After that we played a round of putt-putt golf. When we got back to his apartment, yet another of Zach's friends met up with us, and the four of us moved the piano to his third floor apartment. To wind down (and to thank us), Zach treated all of us to a dinner at the Iron Cactus. Before I left Thursday, Zach and his friend had me try some good ol' Texas barbecue at the County Line. I made it back home at midnight this morning.

It was a really fun trip! The best part for me was the kayaking (my first time, too). If you would like to see pictures, I've posted them here.
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