Road trippin'

Adrian had this awesome idea to take a small U.S. highway (highway 18) from its start, in Wisconsin, to its end, in Wyoming.

You have to admit it is sort of romantic. And no, I'm not being sarcastic. Hitting a road that is not a giant 8-lane freeway is appealing albeit slower. So that's what we did.

Our first night we stayed in a motel in a tiny town smack dab in the middle of South Dakota's bottom half. When Adrian asked about restaurants, the manager/owner pointed out the two gas stations that prepare "some damn good rotisserie chicken and pizza" and then invited us to join their pool game in a garage off the main building. We picked pizza. It was damn good. Adrian added in a pickle for good measure. I'm not sure what the additional pickle accomplished, but Adrian enjoyed it.

The following morning, we questioned our decision to take smaller roads as Adrian plowed his way through drifting snow. We moved south into Nebraska and took the equally petite highway 20 the rest of the way into Wyoming. We hooked back up with highway 18 until interstate 25 for its official finish and by then the snow was gone.

That night we settled in with our friends in Denver and enjoyed a meal sans bagged pickle.