Today saw an earlier start, but not unreasonable. In the back of my mind, I know that the salad days of this trip are over as of tonight. Two days of eight hours each loom, followed by a day and night of camping and then a 12-hour shlep to finish it off. Hoo boy.
I’m still disappointed about not seeing Chicago. Gives me a good reason to come back to the States, right? The other frustrating bit was the Motel 6 and AO Hell not being friendly with each other. Now, I can live fine without access to email or this blog easy, but I was looking forward to another search on the Roadside America site.
As Katie and I drove along, we saw a sign for the Circus World Museum, located in Baraboo or Babaroo or some such name in Wisconsin. Whatever value the museum may have had as a off-highway oddity was outweighed by the desire to conserve funds and avoid a screaming tourist trap for bratlings and their parents.
The rest of the ride was uneventful – shocking to learn, I’m sure. Upon arrival in Minneapolis, we hit the Mall of America because at 5 p.m. on a Sunday, it was the easiest thing to find. And of course, deep down, Katie and I are secret mall whores.
She thought there was a rollercoaster in the Mall, and that was enough to sell me on it. We headed in. Snoopy was ubiquitous there – maybe Universal Features Syndicate is headquartered in Minneapolis, or maybe Charles Schulz is from here. I don’t know. Anyway, the Mall was appropriately frightening, although the rollercoaster was enhanced by a father giving second-by-second support to his young son, telling him when to scream his head off.
And as the pictures show, the LEGO store was more than worth putting up with tres cool teenagers attaching a phallus to the life-size Harry Potter LEGO statue.
I’m toast, and it’s past midnight. Next stop: Rapid City.