day one
John Douglas and I left on Monday June 2nd for the mighty west. We follow the northern route, stopping in Peoria to visit my grandparents. We had lunch and talked about ways in which my grandma could take her beach chairs with her on a plane without having to pay a $50 fee. We got back on the road and drove late into the night.
By the time we got to northern Iowa, we were exhausted. Being that it was very late, we decided that we needed to find a campground and get some sleep. Every exit ramp in Iowa looks exactly the same! Each directing traffic in the exact same manner and each advertising camp sites which do not exist! We tried exit after exit, until finally we had had enough of Iowa and it's grotesque roadkill smeared highways. We were on into the loving arms of Minnesota. But this was not the case. Minnesota instead greeted us with torrential rains (i.e. there had to be a tornado hiding in the darkness somewhere over the horizon). We had no idea where we were going to sleep or even how we were going to get there. We get off at an exit to follow yet another mysterious "camping" sign, but are instead pulled over by fake cops. (I will leave this section out because it might be embarrassing for John Douglas, since everyone knows you never pull over for people who are not the police.)
At this point it is now raining too hard for us to see the road. We just want to make it to Jackson so we can get a hotel room. Finally, at 4:30am Minnesota time, we get to the Motel 8. THANK GOD FOR MOTEL 8! It was run by Indian Buddhists who gave us a mini Black & Green dark chocolate bar in the morning at check out. I ate it for breakfast and in-turn got a tummy ache.
By the time we got to northern Iowa, we were exhausted. Being that it was very late, we decided that we needed to find a campground and get some sleep. Every exit ramp in Iowa looks exactly the same! Each directing traffic in the exact same manner and each advertising camp sites which do not exist! We tried exit after exit, until finally we had had enough of Iowa and it's grotesque roadkill smeared highways. We were on into the loving arms of Minnesota. But this was not the case. Minnesota instead greeted us with torrential rains (i.e. there had to be a tornado hiding in the darkness somewhere over the horizon). We had no idea where we were going to sleep or even how we were going to get there. We get off at an exit to follow yet another mysterious "camping" sign, but are instead pulled over by fake cops. (I will leave this section out because it might be embarrassing for John Douglas, since everyone knows you never pull over for people who are not the police.)
At this point it is now raining too hard for us to see the road. We just want to make it to Jackson so we can get a hotel room. Finally, at 4:30am Minnesota time, we get to the Motel 8. THANK GOD FOR MOTEL 8! It was run by Indian Buddhists who gave us a mini Black & Green dark chocolate bar in the morning at check out. I ate it for breakfast and in-turn got a tummy ache.
1 comment:
I should have given you a camping directory for graduation. Also did you know you can actually sleep in your car at rest stops? I never knew that. I thought they were just for peeing.
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