Country Inn & Suites Bloomington West
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Sam - LA, all the stuff there was to do and she likes CA
2. What was the best MEAL?
D - Mexican in ABQ, enchiladas
M - Mexican, fish tacos
J - Mexican, salmon with mango salsa
N - outside lunch on Venice Beach, steak sandwich
S - ABQ Arby's, Reuben (her 1st one)
3. What was the best hotel?
D - Embassy Suites, Flagstaff (outdoor pool/hot tub, hot bkfst, good clean feel)
(all the ...
The Plan: up early and drive to Seatac airport. Fly to Minneapolis and meet up with Andy. What really happened - It all goes pretty much to plan except the blog entry title should be changed to "Leaving Washington State for Minneapolis covered head to foot in mosquito bites". All of us have really suffered with bites despite copious amounts of insect repellent. We look as if we have ...
We arrived safe and sound to Minneapolis the day before we went to a Robert Earl Keen concert called The road goes on forever, but the party never ends. It seemed fitting. We have been on the road for 5 months and are stopping for a while, but that doesn't mean the adventures are done forever. The open road will always be calling; just next time it won’t be with the La Monja.
We parted ways with our trusty Toyota called La Monja in ...
... Mmmmm...breakfast and a hot dog!" Hahaha.
After a rather lengthy stop we were back on the road. The whole trip was uneventful except for the extreme heat every time we stopped for gas or a rest stop. The car thermometer read "104," which was our car's personal record!
We arrived in Minneapolis/Bloomington around 6:00 (CT), and after checking in at the Fairfield, we headed to Culver's for our traditional first day stop. Since we had ...
Day 9: approximately 325 miles
I'm woken at 5:40 am by laughter. The people in shelter eight apparently think that the end of Quiet Hours means the beginning of Loud Hours. The sky is still dark. I try to go back to sleep while my neighbors continue to laugh, joke, and converse at the tops of their lungs. I am not successful.
At 6:15, I hear something stomping around next to the cabin. I wonder if it is a moose. No such luck. A fat guy and his girlfriend ...