The long awaited travelogue begins:
Day 1: THe morning after my grad party. I slept in my brother's apartment to be closer to Tim, and the sleeping wasn't good. Uncertainty and light filled my night, waking me up occasionally. The morning came soon enough, and the trip was to be underway. Leaving early enough we cut through New Canaan and started our trip to Indiana. The trip had a few main points, with the main one revolving around Tim's grandfather, and Tim seeing him. Other points would follow, mainly focussing on stopping and visiting friends.
The trip was to be cut into two legs. The first leg would take us to Ohio, about a 8-10 hour drive, then we would hit Indiana. Rinse and repeat on the way back too, but only a little messier and through some new states. The first leg went well enough. Hit Penn and I-80, and the long haul started. Tim and I drove about half way and stopped for food at the Cottage, a nice little shack where one can grab some sub par food. The people were nice though. The food really wasn't that bad either, though we had been told to look for this place for their deep fried mac n' cheese balls, which they did not have. Very dissappointing.
Here we realized a fatal flaw in our plan. We were going to stay at a friend's house, a lady named Betsy. The catch is that we lacked a housewarming gift. In the cottage we looked at all sorts of cheaply made trinkets, and decided that wine would be the way to go. There was trouble though. Penn is notoriously fascist about their booze, and the combination of this and a national holiday put a damper on our alcoholic hopes. Even a winery was closed, not only on Mondays, which it was, but ALSO major holidays. Ohio, it seemed, would be the place to get a gift.
On the way to our gift, however, we saw something near the side of the road that was a little out of the ordinary. Majestic in form, and black in fur, the black bear was on its back, looking at the sky. Dead. Roadkill. On the other side of the highway, opposite the bear, was half of a deer. It was a strange scene to say the least. To make things more interesting, there was what looked like some sort of big cat/big dog a mile up the road. We were indeed in the wilds of Pennsyltucky.
Ohio is reached, and we missed taking a pic of the sign, so we have to make our own. It was sad. Looking for a gift, we stop at the trusty Trucker's Mall, where we proceed to buy an assortment of chocolates. The trouble is that the sale took a good 40 minutes. I guess they do things slower in the Midwest. The man was very nice though, and he appreciated our business. I appreciated the stretching time.
Wooster, of the Ohio variety. This is the town. We follow a road through some fields, and Tim is on the mobile trying to get directions to the house we are to warm. The fork in the road, it turns out, is behind us, passed while getting directions. We needed to take that fork. We end up in an industrial part of town. Tim calls for directions, and Betsy chides him, "Gertsenlager? If you're there you're way hssssssssssssss", and the phone cuts out. We laugh histerically.
Eventually we get to the questionable fork in the road, and we find the brick house that is not the only one there, as Tim said, but the one in the middle. We are introduced to a very nice family and an even nicer dog that has the ability to control minds, making us pet its belly like Sirens used to make sailors jump ship.
She promises to show us Ohio people. We go to Walmart, and though there are some strange folk, they aren't THAT strange. We go to a place called BW3s. The full name only had 2 Ws, but I guess 3 sounds better. This place is surprisingly spared of Ohio's finest, but there was a man there with a Dale Ernhart(?) tattoo that covered his entire upper arm. Most impressive. Combine this night with some semi-skunked honey brown and the "Muppets Take Manhattan" and that's day 1.
I couldn't help but notice the similarity between what I would love to do next year and Kermit's dreams in that movie. He even gets into advertising. Maybe I saw that when I was little and got programmed by it. Hell, he even works a shitty job in a diner, like I want to. Wait, no I don't. But man, if I found a bunch of singing and dancing rats, I would go get therapy. If they were still there after that, I would think it was awesome.
Ok, off to a poker night, winner takes all, no mercy, no prisoners. Grrrrr.
-ccm
Day 1: THe morning after my grad party. I slept in my brother's apartment to be closer to Tim, and the sleeping wasn't good. Uncertainty and light filled my night, waking me up occasionally. The morning came soon enough, and the trip was to be underway. Leaving early enough we cut through New Canaan and started our trip to Indiana. The trip had a few main points, with the main one revolving around Tim's grandfather, and Tim seeing him. Other points would follow, mainly focussing on stopping and visiting friends.
The trip was to be cut into two legs. The first leg would take us to Ohio, about a 8-10 hour drive, then we would hit Indiana. Rinse and repeat on the way back too, but only a little messier and through some new states. The first leg went well enough. Hit Penn and I-80, and the long haul started. Tim and I drove about half way and stopped for food at the Cottage, a nice little shack where one can grab some sub par food. The people were nice though. The food really wasn't that bad either, though we had been told to look for this place for their deep fried mac n' cheese balls, which they did not have. Very dissappointing.
Here we realized a fatal flaw in our plan. We were going to stay at a friend's house, a lady named Betsy. The catch is that we lacked a housewarming gift. In the cottage we looked at all sorts of cheaply made trinkets, and decided that wine would be the way to go. There was trouble though. Penn is notoriously fascist about their booze, and the combination of this and a national holiday put a damper on our alcoholic hopes. Even a winery was closed, not only on Mondays, which it was, but ALSO major holidays. Ohio, it seemed, would be the place to get a gift.
On the way to our gift, however, we saw something near the side of the road that was a little out of the ordinary. Majestic in form, and black in fur, the black bear was on its back, looking at the sky. Dead. Roadkill. On the other side of the highway, opposite the bear, was half of a deer. It was a strange scene to say the least. To make things more interesting, there was what looked like some sort of big cat/big dog a mile up the road. We were indeed in the wilds of Pennsyltucky.
Ohio is reached, and we missed taking a pic of the sign, so we have to make our own. It was sad. Looking for a gift, we stop at the trusty Trucker's Mall, where we proceed to buy an assortment of chocolates. The trouble is that the sale took a good 40 minutes. I guess they do things slower in the Midwest. The man was very nice though, and he appreciated our business. I appreciated the stretching time.
Wooster, of the Ohio variety. This is the town. We follow a road through some fields, and Tim is on the mobile trying to get directions to the house we are to warm. The fork in the road, it turns out, is behind us, passed while getting directions. We needed to take that fork. We end up in an industrial part of town. Tim calls for directions, and Betsy chides him, "Gertsenlager? If you're there you're way hssssssssssssss", and the phone cuts out. We laugh histerically.
Eventually we get to the questionable fork in the road, and we find the brick house that is not the only one there, as Tim said, but the one in the middle. We are introduced to a very nice family and an even nicer dog that has the ability to control minds, making us pet its belly like Sirens used to make sailors jump ship.
She promises to show us Ohio people. We go to Walmart, and though there are some strange folk, they aren't THAT strange. We go to a place called BW3s. The full name only had 2 Ws, but I guess 3 sounds better. This place is surprisingly spared of Ohio's finest, but there was a man there with a Dale Ernhart(?) tattoo that covered his entire upper arm. Most impressive. Combine this night with some semi-skunked honey brown and the "Muppets Take Manhattan" and that's day 1.
I couldn't help but notice the similarity between what I would love to do next year and Kermit's dreams in that movie. He even gets into advertising. Maybe I saw that when I was little and got programmed by it. Hell, he even works a shitty job in a diner, like I want to. Wait, no I don't. But man, if I found a bunch of singing and dancing rats, I would go get therapy. If they were still there after that, I would think it was awesome.
Ok, off to a poker night, winner takes all, no mercy, no prisoners. Grrrrr.
-ccm
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