August 15, 2011
I’m currently sitting on the rooftop plaza of the Marriott Residence Inn in downtown Montreal. We scored a $200 room here for $100 on Priceline (thanks William Shatner!); after camping and sleeping on couches and blow-up mattresses for the past two weeks, having our very own hotel room is soooo luxurious.
Since the rabid bat landed on me in Boulder, Colorado, on August 6th, we’ve driven through Wyoming, Nebraska, South Dakota, Iowa, Illinois, Michigan, into Canada to Toronto, and then to Montreal.
In Wyoming we pulled over and laid down in the middle of empty roads that stretched for silent miles in either direction. In South Dakota we saw the alien moonscapes of the Badlands National Park. In Iowa we stayed in a town of 400 people that was four blocks wide by seven blocks across, surrounded by corn fields on all sides. In Illinois we rode bikes along the edge of the massive and tropically-colored Lake Michigan, unable to see land on the other side. In Michigan we slept in a thickly wooded campground with billions of mosquitos, the insects outside vibrating the walls of our tent. In Toronto we took Tron-like cab rides through downtown and watched the crazy light show of the CN Tower. In Montreal we drove through rain and lightning and, map-less and GPS-less, finally found our hotel with the help of some friendly French-speaking Canadians.
I’ll post detailed entries with photos for each of our stops. More soon!