“So why’d you move?”
I’ve gotten that question a lot. And frankly, I was excited to get it.
But I didn’t anticipate answering it differently almost every time it was asked of me.
So then, why did I move?
Let me get back to you on that.
What I do know, is that the drive out was fucking beautiful.
We were up ’til 3:30am and had planned to leave just 3.5 short hours later.
So naturally we slept in and went out for breakfast.
Wisconsin: Open road, blue skies and a fear of getting pulled over by racist cops.
First stop – Sioux Falls, SD. I got to see my old friend Lindsey from Lake Owen. It hadn’t not been 6 years since we got to see one another. Yuck. Too long!
I can’t speak for many other parts of South Dakota, but I’m not sure why we made such a big deal over going to the Moon when it was right here.
Sorry for ripping off the same bad joke I made on Instagram.
I was down below at the edge of the cliff taking pictures when I heard a faint rattling sound in the distance. Soon enough there was a small crowd where this photo is shot. I went to investigate.
There was a rattlesnake hanging out on the side of the stairs.
The snake had sought refuge and I was too late to catch a glimpse.
So the only thing left to do was to snap a picture of my freaked-out sister getting in an impromptu workout…As any good brother would do.
I’m admittedly bitter about Mt. Rushmore. All information said “open until 11:30pm.”
Bullshit. This is as close as we got and also the best and only shot I got.
The silver lining was that we got to drive through Deadwood–The town where that show I never saw, took place.
Sardonic comments, check.
I never knew about the Bighorn Mountains. Now I do. They’re amazing.
Beauty on the way to more beauty. Nature is pretty cool.
I almost wanted to sneer at the $30 entrance fee to drive through Yellowstone.
For the price of seeing two movies or buying one popcorn at the theater, you can see some of the most breathtaking scenery this country has to offer.
We stopped at Ol’ Faithful which had a massive and mostly empty parking lot. It was the most unimpressive sight in the entire park.
Neither of us gave any thought to the name…Ooops.
We were on a tight time budget and off we went.
We saw a bison. And almost ran
over into a moose.
The Grand Prismatic Spring was far and away the coolest. The air was a brisk 35 degrees but not at the spring. It was like a sauna that didn’t induce a sweat, didn’t get too hot and didn’t uncomfortably house old naked people.
In the end, it wasn’t much like a sauna. But it was gorgeous.
We stayed the night in Butte, MT at this neat little hotel called, “The Rocker Inn.” Our room key was an actual metal key. And there was a dive bar mere feet away from the check in desk.
The Internet reviews for this place said: “They need to get with the times.”
I disagree. It was perfect.
We headed a [relatively] short distance to Missoula, MT to see Gretchen’s friend, Natalia. We caught up over breakfast and toured the town.
That patch of white water in the middle is called Brennan’s Wave and is a surf spot! Dig it.
[ INSERT COOL MOUNTAIN PICTURE ]
Unfortunately there are no pictures from most amazing driving of the entire trip. Thanks, Gretchen. (She was sleeping.)
But fortunately, I was driving and had tons of fun from Montana into Idaho and up to Coeur D’Alene. There were constant twists, turns, inclines, declines — I felt like I was in a video game — minus the fast car, tight handling and prize money.
I never really heard or knew much about Idaho and definitely had not been there before. I had an idea in my head that if I hadn’t known much about it, it couldn’t be that cool. Wrong. It was amazing.
Onward to see our cousins!
Our cousins Cathy, Dave, AJ and Sam took us out for burgers where I experienced huckleberries for the first time. Idaho’s state fruit works incredibly well in bbq sauce!
Dave is a beer judge and beer is good. So we had them. I managed to not take any pictures during our time with there except one for Untappd. Can I blame the beer?
Sorry guys, I really do feel bad about that. We’ll be back!
Eastern Washington is far from mountainous twists and turns — and full of golden rolling hills.
I missed a handful of great photo opportunities as we headed to Leavenworth, WA, (a small Bavarian-esque town) where I was sure to take advantage of all the German I had learned.
The only Deutsch I spoke was rehearsing conversations I would have had, had there been anyone there to understand my semi-coherent ramblings. We did however find an amazing subterranean cheese (the English word for Käse) shop and stopped for a pint at the local brew pub.
Next stop: Seattle
That was both the longest and fastest road trip in my life.
The next time we do that drive, we’ll do it in twice the time it took us!