Throughout the final miles of Minnesota, we racked our brains and texted and phoned all the people we could think of who weren't too old or decrepit to help us unload the truck at the storage unit. We actually found a few who were both available and willing to help and we will be forever in their debt. Or Sarah will. That took a load off our minds and we were fairly free to enjoy the autumn colors and decent roads that took us to the border. We actually crossed the Mississippi about 4:00 and proceeded without incident to Madison. 'Without incident' does not imply it was a comfortable trip. The road between LaCrosse and Madison is surely the worst in the state. The truck bucked almost the whole way, giving us both stiff necks and shoulders. The Mammoth is not a luxury vehicle. So when it came time to find the hotel, we did it with alacrity, if not accuracy. Turning from the freeway, we were blinded by the setting sun and so missed the hotel completely. Realizing that we were both lost and running low on gas, we pulled into a gas station and remedied one problem. A few bits of logic helped us realized we needed to make a u-turn to get to the hotel. A mile down a frontage road we were finally able to turn the Mammoth around and headed in the right direction. Unfortunately, the boulevard segued smoothly into a highway with few exits. Several miles on we finally found one that allowed us to turn around and get back to the hotel. With Sarah running ahead to make sure we weren't driving into a dead end (this actually happened frequently during the trip - one of us running scout), we got to a fine parking space and checked in.
In our euphoria at finally being in Wisconsin last night, we totally forgot to blog. We did laundry, found directions to the storage unit, and e-mailed the real estate agent Sarah wants to work with, and dropped into bed. She's ba-a-a-a-a-ck.
Throughout the final miles of Minnesota, we racked our brains and texted and phoned all the people we could think of who weren't too old or decrepit to help us unload the truck at the storage unit. We actually found a few who were both available and willing to help and we will be forever in their debt. Or Sarah will. That took a load off our minds and we were fairly free to enjoy the autumn colors and decent roads that took us to the border. We actually crossed the Mississippi about 4:00 and proceeded without incident to Madison. 'Without incident' does not imply it was a comfortable trip. The road between LaCrosse and Madison is surely the worst in the state. The truck bucked almost the whole way, giving us both stiff necks and shoulders. The Mammoth is not a luxury vehicle. So when it came time to find the hotel, we did it with alacrity, if not accuracy. Turning from the freeway, we were blinded by the setting sun and so missed the hotel completely. Realizing that we were both lost and running low on gas, we pulled into a gas station and remedied one problem. A few bits of logic helped us realized we needed to make a u-turn to get to the hotel. A mile down a frontage road we were finally able to turn the Mammoth around and headed in the right direction. Unfortunately, the boulevard segued smoothly into a highway with few exits. Several miles on we finally found one that allowed us to turn around and get back to the hotel. With Sarah running ahead to make sure we weren't driving into a dead end (this actually happened frequently during the trip - one of us running scout), we got to a fine parking space and checked in.
In our euphoria at finally being in Wisconsin last night, we totally forgot to blog. We did laundry, found directions to the storage unit, and e-mailed the real estate agent Sarah wants to work with, and dropped into bed. She's ba-a-a-a-a-ck.
A friend of mine recently pointed out something interesting, if not a little disturbing, about the above photo of me standing in front of the sign that says, "Wisconsin Welcomes (Sarah)". Right about at crotch level it reads, "Open for Business".
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