The last day of school, kids home at 2:08, and vacation officially starts when we hit the road at 4:21. Days on the road, especially on the familiar routes-- I-80 to I-74 to I-57-- don’t generally offer a lot of excitement or anecdote-worthy incidents. You know, just the usual—obnoxious gradeschool-boy fights, goofy gradeschool boy jokes that we only occasionally understand up here in the front seat (at the moment, we’re listening to ‘Ooh look to oot, ooh look to oot, ooh look to oot oot ooples and banoonoos…’), desperate requests for bathroom breaks and indignant inquiries into who caused what bad smell to permeate this small space that seems to be shrinking by the minute. Add to that a round of Tony Hawk Underground on the Playstation that resulted in an unfortunate vomiting incident in which Emmett deposited his partially digested Burger King dinner into a plastic bag…you know, and you've basically got just your usual brand of family car trip.
Several stops, several hours, several movies and video games and heavy metal songs on the TV/Play Station, several more hours, dinner at the aforementioned Burger King (because it’s the only fast food burger joint with a veggie burger), a 20 minute rest stop romp in the dark (see pictures), and we are ready to start looking for somewhere to sleep—somewhere not nice enough to have a restaurant but nice enough to have a free breakfast. We’re about an hour from Effingham, which was my unofficial goal, and that’s close enough, but we haven’t found anywhere that looks quite worth stopping for yet. Then again, the kids just started singing the “All 50 States” song. Loudly. Stopping sooner than later is looking pretty wise right about now…. “Alabama, Alaska, Arizona, Arkansas, California, Colorado, Connecticut…”
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