Captain's Log: Idaho - Aaron
The trek from Minneapolis to Idaho was long and arduous. Twenty six hours of unending claustrophobia. The gentle hum of Mad Max the Road Warrior's engine always in the background. She did a good job on the day's journey, only having problems once when she over-heated in North Dakota. We were lucky enough to be at a BP station with a restaurant while we waited for her to cool down, an extra fortunate event since I've never seen one before. I had the Beer Cheese soup (watered down cheeze whiz) and one of the worst taco salads I've ever tasted.
We had the opportunity to view some very beautiful landscape scenery. The badlands of North Dakota, the majestic Rockies, the fringes of Yellowstone National Park, all awesome in their beauty. We saw wild elk, and deer, and I had the chance to see my first wild moose, just chillin in a river. Today we went to some natural thermal hot springs and went swimming in the coldest river ever.
Life on the road has been more trucker, less rock star than I would have expected (although I have found a few groupies along the way). The over-sensitive water nozzles that with a slight movement of a fraction of a millimeter turns the water from liquid ice to liquid magma spewing down the back of your neck. My body has turned into putty long ago, the only "exercise facilities" being available consisting of no more some busted bike machines. I've lost all but six pairs of underwear. I started the trip with over two dozen. Since there are so few laundromats within walking distance of our hotels, I'm ashamed to admit that I've had to resort to the inside-out rule more than once. One positive is that I've had the chance to overcome my phobia of public rest-rooms via necessity.
Last night we went out on the town in Boise. Ashley's mother treated us to dinner at a really nice restaurant. After dinner we went out on the town in Boise. It was a pretty good time. I got asked "what nationality" I was three times. I still get a kick out of answering "American" and confusing people. Its nice to know that this trip is still relevant.
After tomorrow we will be back in Seattle. Even though I know that I'm going to miss this trip and my fellow comrades, I am looking forward to going home and sleeping in my own bed. One of the things I have taken with me on this tour is an appreciation for social justice. I look forward to joining all of the clubs I can when I get back to Morgantown. Nihilism is dead.