London – Salt Lake City
Sabrina and I set off for Chicago only 7 hours after we initially planned compliments to our efforts the day before. I think this was the first time Sabs had a significant amount of time off work so excitement was in the air. I had to keep reminding her that I was fine to drive on the highways given they are essentially straight roads but as soon as we entered into civilization it would be all over for us… I only had 2 questionable moments.
After a stress-free border crossing and our last coffee from Tims we established that by the end of the trip the car was going to be putrid, I would know every country song known to man and I would attempt to teach Sabrina all the words to Tribute. We arrived late that night in Chicago and stayed in a cozy hostel just on the outside of town. We had to keep majority of our movements pretty low key and away from any form of social media so our buddy Nic didn’t realise the main reason I was meeting him in Utah was to reunite him and Sabrina. For those of you who don’t know their story essentially think about your greatest friendship, add in the movie Stepbrothers, a few vodka Palm Bays and 4 years of separation. As I was fishing for information about his trip Nic mentioned to me how bummed he was that he couldn’t make it to Ontario to see her during his trip. I was excited to surprise him!
We essentially had one day in Chicago. We sussed out a few museums, ate deep dish pizza, made many puns about it being a windy city and walked around the park. Soon enough it was time for us to buckle up and get going again. We were on a pretty tight schedule.
Between Chicago and Salt Lake City we stopped in Ogallala Nebraska and Denver Colorado. In Ogallala we ate Rocky Mountain Oysters, which for those of you playing at home are not oysters at all. Our server was hesitant to tell us that they were actually bull testicles. We figured they were deep fried and served with ranch. What more could you want? They were pretty damn good. Similar texture to calamari and the taste was comparable to veal. If you put them in a bread roll with homefries you have yourself one tasty buttie!
I was a little bit sad that we didn’t have more time in Colarado, it is somewhere I really want to explore. We got into Denver at around 7pm and needed to be out the next day by 4am to Reach Nic at the airport. We spent our night in a bar crafting the world’s greatest sign with a few pints of beer. We were blown away by how amazing we were at arts and crafts. As were leaving one gentleman asked us if our friend was French because we drew the Eiffel tower:
“Hey, what have you been creating all night”
“Oh this is a sign for our buddy, we are surprising him at the airport tomorrow”
“Is he French?”
“Uhh no, what makes you think that?”
“You have drawn the Eiffel Tower right there”
“… That’s the CN Tower”
We held back our tears and died a little bit inside… Screw him! Our drawings were an optical gift sent from the gods. His eyes just weren’t ready for our contributions to modern day art.
At 4am we attempted to sneak out of our Airbnb without waking up the entire household. It was a shame we were actually locked in our room. As I was about to make a break for the window our hazy eyed host opened the door and said “Shit, I thought I fixed this” I cannot tell you how happy we were the get the hell out of there it was a Criminal Minds episode in the making!
We had another 6 or so hours fueled by caffeinated bathwater, beef jerky and a playlist full of power ballads to get us to Salt Lake City. This was my favourite leg of our journey.