Halfway there

I've made it to Madison. A break here and then two and a half more days of driving.

While tired to the point of being delusional, I passed a huge Virgin Mary in eastern Montana while listening to "Like a Virgin." I had almost forgotten about the ironic moment until Brian asked if I had seen the looming virgin statue off the side off the interstate. That night, I took exit 47 off the 94 hoping for a dinky motel in my tired state. I thought it was 47, it had to be good luck. But the dinky motel was closed, probably not somewhere I would have wanted to stay anyways. The next exit with a bed icon was the same story. I finally made it to Forsyth, though, and the Westwind Inn was open where I crashed (not the car) that night.

On day two, the first town I passed in North Dakota was called Beach. Someone there had a sense of humor. And the next town was Home on the Range.

Nothing of significance on day three, but I admitted to Amanda I was tempted by the CHEESE CURDS NEXT EXIT billboards. She took me to a cheese shop today, where my parents would be proud to know that I purchased some fresh, squeaky cheese curds. And an Indian buffet marked my first Indian food since coming back. And my sore rear has gotten a bit of a break today.