This was by far the dullest of days. We awoke at the usual hour,
and after packing up the car, and an odd encounter when checking out,
we were off. (By odd, I mean the boy trailed a somewhat disoriented
lad into the office, who was looking for the "pop" machine and
change for the taxi cab, who had arrived to pick up himself and a slightly
too thin blonde girl. Our discussion after the fact revealed the
tubby lad's view that the guy was either intoxicated or otherwise not
his usual, non-chemically-affected self. And with that, we grabbed
a Pepsi and some gas, and made our way for the interstate [80].
On the way out of town, and by extension, the
state, we managed to get pictures of
Salt Lake, and further down the road (over an hour later), the
salt flats where the water has evaporated, and nothing remains but
the salt itself. Yummy... actually, yes it is; the boy is
sort of infatuated with salt. At 8:06am, the magic of time zones
makes it 7:06am as we just finished crossing over the state line into
Nevada. An hour later, we were back at Wells, and much like a repeat
of anything that repeats, we found ourselves back-tracking our steps back
home. Obviously, considering we've already been there, we didn't
do much more than drive. (To see what we say on the way out, see
Day 1.)
All in all, a good trip. The scenery was far more rustic (read,
rural) than the Remember the Alamo
tour, but that worked out generally in our favor. The trip highlights,
maps, and stats are below as well.
Trip
Stats
The Pepsi was consumed by others; ducks prefer
bottled water (the local water may not necessarily agree with me,
of course). Overall, the trip was roughly within budget (the
allocation remains unchanged at $100 a day for food, gas, lodging,
and overdue library book fines), on schedule, and without having to
deal with the boy having phone numbers of attractive local girls written
on him in lipstick. (Like there's much risk of that happening,
of course.)
Tour
Summary - Lewis
& Clark Expedition,
May 2002
Stories to be told, laughter to be shared (although
mostly at the expense of local residents). FrankStuff was
distributed throughout the trip, of course, given none of us are
very people-oriented, we generally just left the merchandise on
tables, counter tops, with restaurant servers, in malls, etc., across
several states. We got plenty of curious stares, but no one
really asked about me. Although there was still that woman
in Idaho Falls that called me "fat"; hag. Some of
my other observations of other places:
Most bumper stickers on vehicles: California, still.
Utah was a distant second.
Weirdest smelling Cities: Salt Lake City, Utah.
The rumor is it's the lake.
Happy Cows Seen: None outside of California, as
that is where happy cows are from. Unhappy cows were observed
in Montana and the Dakotas, however.
Most outrageous hotel fees paid: None, really.
The highest rate was the EconoLodge in Rugby, North Dakota, but
they were also really the only game in town. And even then,
$60 a night isn't really an outrage. It's no Naples, Florida
from the "Remember the Alamo" tour.
Nicest parks: Gillette, Wyoming. They had
a pond that a young duck could swim and hit on other young ducks.
Most Anal Customs Official Met: Feight, at the
North Dakota/Canada border. (Lashbrook was far more a congenial
sort.)
Oddest Place to Find a Battleship: South Dakota (USS
South Dakota). While the real battleship wasn't there, it
still seemed odd.
Favorite State: Minnesota (largely due to the accent
thing, although I'm not a huge snow fan)
Funniest Accent: Detroit Lakes, Minnesota (Wal-Mart).
The favorite was Kirk ("Did you go to the lake with your
new boat?"), followed by Wayne. To fully appreciate
the humor of the accents, rent and view Fargo.
Cutest Fast Food Employee: Billings, Montana (Lee,
Applebee's)
Best Place to Observe Native Behavior: Wal-Mart, the
local Stop-n-Go gas stations.
Cutest Animal Seen: Me, still. Although some of
the antelopes were wretchedly adorable as well.
Universities Found in Unexpected Places: None;
there was a staggering lack of well-known educational establishments
discovered, but plenty of state-funded schools (and some that
didn't specialize on farming and agricultural lessons).
Hooters restaurants visited: Aurora, Colorado.
I was surprised to learn there was actually one in the Salt Lake
City area, but Lard Lad was too tuckered out to drive me there.
Nicest cop cars: Salt Lake City, Utah. The newest
cars have the Vista light bars from Federal. Very brilliant
designs.
Favorite illegal driving: The u-turn off the highway
in Denver and the odd red-light/stop sign run in Fargo.
Worst Snow Cones Made: Again, Salt Lake City tops
the charts. The theory is the ice wasn't cold enough, and
as a result, it did more of a slushy thing (a la Slush Puppy beverage)
and not a good quality snow cone.