Bloggin' America

“Why did they kick you out of the Death Star? They aren’t on to you, are they?” Keep going...

The next day was a bit of a drag. All we did was drive south/southwest all day on I-25. Our destination was Laramie, to see a huge monument of Abraham Lincoln’s head. Mac said it would be a full day of driving until we got there, but once we did, it was a straight shot east to Cheyenne and his sister. Keep going...

It was a long haul to Hell’s Half Acre, but it was certainly well worth the journey. What we saw looked exactly like Emyn Muil, the path that Frodo, Samwise and Gollum took to reach Mordor’s Mountain in The Lord of the Rings: Return of the King. (I know I’m a nerd… but sometimes I have the tendency to be my father’s daughter.) Keep going...

You won’t believe what happened today. Even after I tell you. You still won’t believe me. But if you’ve been following along so far, you might start to realize that when you’re on the open road without a destination, anything can happen. And by anything, I mean… well, you’ll see. Keep going...

So tell me what you want, what you really really want,
I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna really
Really really wanna zig-a-zig ah. Keep going...

George has been taking advantage of the no-speed-limit thing in Montana this whole trip. Legend has it, the cops won’t pull you over even if you’re soaring high beyond whatever the last marked limit was. George calls it the American Autobahn. I’m pretty sure it’s only in certain areas, but he has been speeding everywhere. We got to Billings from Bozeman in just over an hour and a half (Google Maps said it would take two hours and 14 minutes). Keep going...

Driving and driving. And looking and looking. I feel like I’m dying in this RV. Glenda has been teaching us stuff (or trying to). “American History? How could I learn any more than I could on this trip?” I demanded. Keep going...

The last thing I remember before falling asleep last night was Mom pleading with George. “Come on, honey, come to bed.” He just kept staring out the window toward the “Death Star” parked right next to us. Keep going...

“BUTT! BUTT! BUTT!” Ray repeated. Keep going...

I woke up to the sound of George and Mom arguing about whether or not to wake me up. “Just let her sleep,” I heard George say. Keep going...