Chapter 2: The Last Homely House

Before crossing the mountains to the west, we stopped at the house of Neil Gilbert, a wise elf who dwells in Grand Rapids, Michigan. Normally when we visit Neil there is some kind of violence, and this time was no exception. This time we did battle on the foozball court, and many emotions were damaged. I conceded the first loss to Dominic, but a revenge match was in order. After a good walloping Dom was in a rage, and a pillow fight erupted  Neil treated us to some massive burritos before sending us on our way toward Iowa, where we had some unfinished business...

But before that, we whimsically stopped at the Indiana Dunes National Lakeshore cause it looked cool. As we romped around some dunes that reminded us of Pinery, a critter scuttled across our path.

American stupidity #1

We were to encounter our first bout of foolishness from these people. After Dom missed our exit in Chicago, it should have been a simple matter of asking the chick at the toll booth how to get back on 80 or whatever it was. Unfortunately  she said she didnt know. Dont you work here, we asked. How do you get to workÉ Oh I donèt use that highway to get to work. Youd think a transportation employee would know the major highways in her own city.