#NO SLEEP TIL BROOKLYN SKIN#
This poor thing had it's skin and all the innardly goop about 10 feet away from its skeleton. Hands down, the grossest part of the day was passing an exit ramp that had what either used to be a deer or a cow in the middle of the ramp. We went to sleep around 8:30 PM in Bozeman and got up at five the next morning since it was going to be an even longer day what with all the touristy stops we were planning. Little did we know the overriding theme would become "Stalking the Amish Across America". We had a lot of different ideas for themes as we travelled. We then thought perhaps we would do a "Pizza Across the Country" sort of log to replace our previous idea of "The Bathrooms of I-90". I had the Flathead pizza which had chicken, spinach, garlic, tomatoes and mushrooms with a parmesan cream sauce. The best part was that they made little pan pizzas so you could get whatever you wanted. We ate dinner at MacKenzie River Pizza and it was good even if we weren't really awake or coherent enough to appreciate it. We originally planned to stay at a hostel but the hostel turned out less than ideal (Meg's opinion was that it was super hippy, I thought it was just creepy) so we decided to stay at the Rainbow Motel which was close to I-90. We drove across Washington, across the northern tip of Idaho (very pretty), and across a bit of Montana and stopped in Bozeman (about 11 hours, what with restroom stops and all). We didn't take any pictures this first day. So there was no sleeping at all on this trip while the other one drove, a fact that would bite us in the ass on the overnight stretch from Chicago to NY. In the spirit of sucking it up, that's just what we did. After picking up the truck (which was smaller than originally thought) we discovered that to allow Meg to take as much as she could, we would not be able to recline our seats AT ALL and practically kiss the dashboard across the entire country. So the first day of our trip was rather uneventful. Posted by Merin 10:25 AM 0 comments Monday, August 16, 2004
We still wonder what the hell she was doing. Ten miles or so later a sheriff was going down the interstate, probably to the wreck.
#NO SLEEP TIL BROOKLYN DRIVER#
About five miles later we passed a single car accident and the driver had what looked to be a pretty bad head wound. I saw her face in the split second she passed and she didn't look messed up. The woman did not touch her brakes once throughout all of this and continued to speed on down the road, driving the wrong way down the interstate. I got over into the right lane (the profanities in our car when this happened, it would make you slap your hands over your ears and beg forgiveness from Almighty God) and the lady in the car sailed past us and nearly drove head on into the car behind me, which managed to slam its brakes and swerve behind a diesel in the right lane. I sort of shook my head and couldn't believe it but yes, the car is hurtling straight at us. About a half mile in front of me, I see what appears to be headlights IN MY LANE, COMING STRAIGHT AT US. We're rocketing down the road going about 75 mpg (the speed limit, thankyouverymuch) and there is a biiiig grassy median separating the East/West lanes of I-90. So we're in the process of recovering from the grease and it's about 6:45 or so in the morning and the sun's up but not really all the way so people still have headlights on. Evil Montana! Montana, you smell like poop. I think it's just to drive out of staters insane trying to figure it out. There were a lot that didn't match up to anything. A few things-what are all those letters on the mountains? We got a few of them that were obvious-the letter for the town, etc. Anyway, I digress.) we're driving along I-90 and observing the nice scenery of Montana. Why does one's body require a grease infusion when you're going to be sitting for hours on end? Makes no sense. We left the hotel around 6:15 AM and after a quick McDonald's stop (what is it with McDonald's and road trips, anyway? I've eaten McDonald's maybe four times in the last four years and it's always on a road trip. The second day was a little less traumatic in that we were lucky not to witness the innards of any creatures (living or otherwise) but it sure started off with a bang.
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