Stiletto Diaries

Despite my serious bout of the flu, we decided to go ahead with our trip to the states over the weekend.  I was feeling mostly better, and I didn’t want to pass up the chance to see more of America, and to cross a thing of two off of my bucket list.

After some discussion, we decided to camp out, rather than spending a ton of money on a hotel.  We found a KOA in Lewiston, just across the border from Niagara Falls, and north of Buffalo.  Since all of our camping gear was still together from my weekend at Forbidden, it was fairly quick and painless to pack up.  We planned to eat out the entire time as well, so I didn’t need to worry about groceries or cooking.

We didn’t get on the road until late in the day, but it didn’t matter as we were not in any rush to get there.  If I have daylight for setting up the tent, I am generally content.

Getting across the border took only moments.  The security officer asked us a few questions and basically waved us on.  That makes two really easy border crossing experiences for me.  I’m going to keep up with manifesting that it will be easy every time, since it seems to be working, LOL.

When we got to the KOA it was dusk.  Jack and I made quick work of setting up, although he has never had to set up this particular tent before, and I have (many times now) so I may have been a tad short with him.  At any rate, once it was up and our stuff was inside, we got the kids ready for bed and I took a quick shower.  We got them bundled into their sleeping bags and then Jack and I sat down and breathed a collective sigh of relief.

I got the fire going, and we sat together for a while and just relaxed.  We were both exhausted from the packing and then unpacking and wrangling of gear and children, so we didn’t linger long.  We were glad to crawl into our bed together and cuddle up to the sounds of the frogs and the crickets outside.

Our children do not believe in sleeping in, so morning came painfully early.

Once we were all dressed and assembled for the day, Mags (the GPS) showed us to the nearest Denny’s.  We all had a satisfying breakfast (and plenty of coffee for Jack and I) and then it was off to Target to do a little shopping.

I fell in love with a black leather hobo style purse, which Jack insisted I purchase (between that and the tickets for Bedouin Soundclash and Blue Man Group I think my birthday gifts are covered).  We picked up a few clothes for the kids while we were there, and a backpack for the littlest one, since she starts school this fall.

There were more stores, but we mostly just browsed.  We were not so much there to shop, as to see if it’s really worth it to cross the border for future purchases.  On some items it certainly is, which is useful information, since it’s only an hour to Buffalo from where we live.

For lunch we headed into downtown, to Anchor Bar, which is the home of the original buffalo chicken wing.  Apparently, before they turned them into the now-popular pub fare, chicken wings were only used in soups or discarded entirely.

The place was busy, a testament to its popularity.  The inside of the bar itself is divided into two halves, one being the original and the other being the addition which was built to accommodate the growing business.

We were seated in the original part of the building, the walls lined with photos of celebrities, everyone from Willie Nelson to Hillary Clinton, most of them signed.  There were also countless newspaper articles, awards, and other recognitions bestowed upon the bar, framed and hung on the walls.

Jack and I decided to split a bucket of mild wings (which is really less of a bucket, and more of a platter) which is 50 wings, served with their signature homemade bleu cheese dip.

When the wings arrived we were impressed with the size of them.  Some pubs serve wings that you swear must have come from a miniature chicken because of the diminutive size.  Not so at Anchor Bar.  We also noticed that the wings didn’t have any sauce on them, but instead appear to have been dusted with some sort of a spice blend.  I appreciated that, because it’s less messy, and makes it easier (and less slippery) to eat them.

We dug in enthusiastically.  Now, I’ve eaten chicken wings at a LOT of restaurants and pubs over the years, and I’ll say right now, the wings at Anchor Bar truly ARE the best I’ve ever had.  In fact, I am craving them as I write this.  Jack and I both feel that driving an hour and some into Buffalo to eat there again is not an unreasonable date night idea.  In fact, we will likely use any excuse we can from now on to go to Buffalo for wings.  SOOOOO FREAKIN DELICIOUS!

The mild were good, but hardly spicy, which I suppose is the idea.  Next time we shall go for medium and see what those are like.  I am not a fan of food that is so hot I can’t taste anything but pain in the mouth, so I was glad that they offer a mild that is actually mild and not just one step down from wanting to claw my own tongue out.

453. Have buffalo chicken wings at Anchor Bar in Buffalo, where they were invented

Jack and I couldn’t finish the whole 50.  He quit at 23 or so, while I wussed out at only 11.  They were just too huge and I just wasn’t starving enough.  Next time we’ll order a bucket again, but I’ll make sure I have an appetite!

We picked up some coolers on the way out to our campground, and some marshmellows and watermellon for the kiddos.  It had been a really full day, and we were looking forward to relaxing after the kids were in bed.

Back at camp the kids played ball and chased each other around while we sorted out our purchases and put the coolers on ice.  I set up the iPod and the speakers on the picnic table so that we could listen to some music.  As dusk fell I got the fire started so that the little ones could roast a few marshmellows before bed.

After sticky fingers had been washed, pajamas had been buttoned on, and tucking in had been completed, it was just Jack and I by the fire.  We started in on the coolers, and roasted a few marshmellows ourselves.  Then Jack got out the travel chess set we had purchased earlier that day and we sat across from each other at the table and set it up.

Since it was already dark, we were playing in pretty low light, LOL. We didn’t mind though. It was so peaceful being together by the fire with drinks and my slow songs playlist going on the iPod.

The picture above was taken with the flash on, and here’s one taken without the flash, by the light of the headlamp we had perched over the board.

Jack was a good teacher, and we actually played for quite a while before he win the game. I look forward to many more chess games with him in the future, and hopefully my skills will improve and I can win a few times

189. Learn to play chess

After we put the chess game away, we played yahtzee, another mutual favorite. It was a close game, but Jack won again, by three points.

We’d had enough games, and we were getting sore from sitting, so we slow danced by the fire, under the stars. I laid my head against Jack’s chest in the dark while we wrapped our arms around each other and swayed to the soft music.

I left Jack to tend the fire while I trotted off to the showers to have a quick rinse down. I’d been sweating all day in the heat and I don’t like going to bed feeling sticky and gross. The cool water was a welcome relief from the humid warmth of the evening. Once I was sufficiently refreshed, I wrapped myself up in a towel and walked back to our campsite. I remarked to Jack that I missed the freedom I’d experienced at Forbidden, and that being naked outside is something I’d like to relive again as soon as possible.

He took his turn having a shower. While he was gone I got the munchies and opened the package of leftover wings from Anchor Bar. I don’t like cold chicken, but how to reheat it? I stuck one of the marshmallow sticks through a wing and held it over the fire until it began to sizzle a bit. It was actually pretty good, if not time consuming, LOL.

When Jack returned we had another drink or two and then headed for bed. Once we were settled in, we very quietly fooled around (there is a divider in our tent, but it’s certainly not sound proof) until he made me cum with his fingers. That put me right to sleep until the following morning.

The kids were sad to leave after we packed up our gear and loaded it all back into the van. We took them to a Bob Evans restaurant for breakfast, which was awesome! I had these pancakes that were stuffed with vanilla cream (it claimed to be cream cheese, but it was more like a pastry cream) and then topped with pecans and banana caramel syrup. OMG to die for!

Jack had blueberry french toast with the same vanilla cream and regular syrup and that was delicious too.

Once breakfast was finished it was time to head back to Canada. We hardly had to pause to speak to the border patrol, and he waved us through. Man I am just awesome good luck at border crossings or something.

We were going to take the kids to Niagara Falls, but it was a bit overcast and we wanted to have supper at Earl’s in Mississauga that evening, and Jack needed to stop at home for something, so we decided to save it for another day.

After stopping at the house to use the bathroom and check on the animals, we went to Mississauga for dinner (also amazing, but that’s a given, since we love Earl’s) and Jack showed me where the Princess Auto store is there because I had been wanting to go. Sadly it was closed, but at least I can find it now. Princess Auto is a brilliant source for cheap BDSM stuff if you have some imagination. Cable ties, all sorts of straps and winches, chain, and lots of other little goodies to be found there.

Last week I picked up a fibreglass ’snow pole’ at a farm supply store. It cost me just under five bucks, and it’s a brilliant cane. Jack used it on me last night and it leaves an ouch. It’s heavy, so it’s like a stingy thud, not at all like the bamboo cane I have which is lightweight, even though they are similar thickness. It bruises deep, although it doesn’t welt as much as a traditional cane. I like it a lot, although I think it requires a warm up.

At any rate, it was lovely curling up together last night and getting a good rest together. I woke up feeling really refreshed today.

This evening I have a date with a new man I’ve been chatting with recently. At 49 he’s old enough to be my father, but I don’t put a lot of weight on age anymore. I’m tired of dating boys my age. They are too immature, too moody, with none of their shit together and not enough experience. Older men are just…simpler. They are generally comfortable with themselves, know what they want, and don’t get all caught up in drama. Certainly there are exceptions on both sides, but this man is exactly what I am looking for.

He’s already poly, and kinky, and he’s self contained and confident. He enjoys seduction for the sake of it, and we share a lot of the same thoughts and feelings on BDSM and power exchange. He lives alone, and has several other partners at the moment, which means he won’t be demanding too much of my time, and that he can have guests whenever he wants.

I’m hopeful we will connect as well in person as we have online. It would be lovely to have a play partner again. I feel like I’m already totally over Varick, so this isn’t a rebound situation, it’s just another potential friend and lover.

So I am sure I will have details to share tomorrow I will let you know how it goes!

Also only seven more sleeps until my 26th birthday!

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As much fun as we had in Chicago, we were glad to get the hell out of there (as far as traffic went).  We paid FOUR TOLLS on the way out, damn them.

We didn’t see a lot between Chicago and Michigan, where we camped that last night.  Passing Climax was amusing, as was driving though Kalamazoo (I didn’t actually get any photos). Of course it wouldn’t be America without more pylons.

298. Visit Kalamazoo

We camped out at a KOA outside of Flint that evening. Since we didn’t have far to go the following day, we decided to have some fun. We drove into Holly and ended up at a little bar and grill. There was about a dozen locals inside, all of them mostly loaded, and very friendly. We had some food and some drinks and even danced a little.

A far older man made a pass at us and hinted at getting an invite out to our campsite. That made us pretty uncomfortable, so we left right away, since we had plenty of mix and gin for the evening.

After some struggling, we got a fire started (we were unprepared really for proper fire building) and mixed some drinks and proceeded to get completely loaded. There was a playground right across from where we were camped, so we thought it would be fun to go try out this weird teeter-totter. Basically it was shaped like a half-moon and you stood on either end and by shifting your weight forward or back, you made it go up and down.

Drunk girls+teeter-tottering=interesting times

I think I nearly bounced V off her end a few times, with my enthusiastic leaning.

Then I decided to try out the slide. There was a huge puddle at the bottom of it (there was actually three slides together) but I didn’t care. I think V tried to scoop some of the water off before I went down, but it didn’t help much.

V decided to come down the second time, and I took a different slide with plenty of water at the bottom. I was wearing this long white skirt, and I mustn’t have been paying much attention at the end because I slid right off the bottom and landed on my ass in the dirt (mud).

Well, that was the end of that. My feet were coated with dirt and my skirt was soaked and filthy. We were giggling like idiots the entire time of course.

V suggested I just strip off the skirt and sit by the fire in my panties. But I wasn’t wearing any panties, so I figured what the hell and just sat there with no bottoms at all. We were so drunk we didn’t even care, LOL. V took a photo of my bare ass, covered in dirt and debris, but I don’t know yet if I will ever post it. Maybe if you are really lucky

I rinsed off my feet and legs with some water and we laughed by the fire into the wee hours. Eventually we were about ready to pass out and drug ourselves off to bed. I hardly even remember crawling into my sleeping bag, and V was way drunker than I, and tossed and turned most of the night.

We woke up the next day feeling pretty sluggish. I think we were both so relieved that we were almost home.

V went to take a shower and I packed up some of our things. It felt like we were moving in slow motion but we got everything loaded and off we went. We stopped in Holly to get subs and then headed back to the interstate.

The remainder of the drive out of Michigan was uneventful and we were so relieved to finally see a sign for the Canadian border.

They practically waved us through immediately at the customs stop. They only asked where we had come from and checked our ID’s and asked what we bought in America. I was glad that they didn’t bother detaining us or anything unpleasant. We were both pretty tired and just wanted to get to the house and relax.

I coaxed Varick over to help us unload the trailer, which didn’t take us too long. We had supper together and forced him to watch Mary Poppins with us before bed. He complained a fair bit, which I think annoyed V. She’s not exactly keen on him, but that’s a story for another post.

It was quite the trek we took. Seven states in as many days, camping most of the way, with a ferret and a u-haul. Pretty much all of our memories are good ones, even the scary moments when the wind in Wyoming threatened to blow us into the ditch, and the traffic in Chicago which was insane, even by my standards (and I drive in Toronto all the time).

All in all it was a most excellent adventure, although not one I’d like to repeat any time in the near future. Thank you America for your hospitality and cheap gas. Although we did end up with hives, so fuck you Michigan.

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We enjoyed our complementary breakfast on Thursday morning before checking out of the Holiday Inn and heading for Chicago.  A generous blogger pal of mine had offered to tour us around for the day, and we were looking forward to a break from driving and having a chance to see the sights.

On our way to Chicago we crossed over the Mississippi River, which was quite a sight.  It will forever remind me of this song, which I picked up somewhere as a kid.

Chicago traffic was horrific, and we had to stop twice to pay tolls in the city.  TOLLS!  Just for the displeasure of driving on the freeway.

Mags actually did a good job and led us right to the hotel.  We got checked in and smuggled the ferret inside.  Once we were settled I called up my friend, who fetched us from the hotel and drove us around for the evening.

First stop of the day was pizza!  I’d had the Canadianized version of Chicago deep dish pizza, but let me tell you, it is NOTHING like what we had.

Since neither of us were driving, V and I had margaritas.  We ordered the spinach pizza, which was basically crust, spinach, two kinds of cheese, and sauce.

The stuffed pizza is made with a crust that is flaky, like a pie crust, yet still holds together like traditional pizza dough.  They make the pie extra deep, and then layer the spinach on the bottom.  On top of that they add a very generous inch of mozzarella and Parmesan cheese. Then they cover it with a paper-thin layer of pizza dough, and spread marinara sauce on top. This preparation keeps the layers and flavours separated, so that you can enjoy them in a more individual way. It was the most incredible pizza I have ever eaten.

422. Eat Chicago deep dish pizza in Chicago

I may go back to Chicago just for the pizza, it was that damned good.

Next our tour guide drove us along the lakeside so that we could see the marina (OMG so many boats) and check out Lake Michigan. We got to see a condominium building where Oprah apparently owns a suite.

We also stopped by Wrigley Field so that I could get a couple of photos for Jack. I think it would be so cool to go to a game there someday (I think it’s on Jack’s bucket list, so maybe I will get to eventually :D)

After parking downtown we walked to Millennium Park. There is a really neat splash park there, featuring two very large, rectangular fountains built out of glass bricks. The fountains not only change colors during the evening, thanks to lights inside, but on the front sides faces are projected onto the glass. The faces change regularly, and generally just stare and blink at each other (the ‘towers’ are situated across from each other, with a pool of water between them).

The kids seemed to be mulling around in front of the towers, apparently waiting for something. We paused to watch, and then the faces pursed their lips, as if to whistle, and water came pumping out of an opening situated where their mouths were. It was so neat, and kind of weird, LOL.

Beyond the splash park, was the enormous silver bean (better known as the Cloud Gate) which is an impressive art instillation, inspired by liquid mercury. We walked all around it and underneath, and our guide snapped a couple of photos of V and I standing against it.

428. Get a photo by the Cloud Gate/Giant Bean

There also happened to be a concert going on at the neighbouring stage, which is an impressive structure in itself.

I almost stepped on an enormous insect, which looked something like a wasp. I still have no idea what it was, but I snapped a picture anyway.

We strolled away from the park and towards the Sears Tower, which was the last Chicago item on my list.

I stopped at a Starbucks to use the bathroom and grab a coffee. Outside, above us, were the raised tracks of the train system in Chicago. They were featured a few times in the Batman Begins. It was really cool to see the sparks arcing off the rails as some of the trains passed overhead.

I was really excited to see Chicago at night, from the top of Sears Tower. We stood at the base and looked all the way up to the top. The Skydeck is near the top of the tower, 1,353 feet up (103rd floor if I remember correctly).

After we purcheased passes, we watched a brief documentary on the building of the tower. It was fascinating to get a glimpse of how the tower was constructed and the length of time it took to be completed.

Once that was over, we got into the elevator and up we went. The elevator ride lasted for almost a minute, and then we stepped out onto the Skydeck.

The view was breathtaking. Pictures really don’t do it justice at all.

293. Take a photo of Chicago from the Skydeck of the Sears Tower

We wandered and looked for at least half an hour. The reflection on the windows from the interior lights made it difficult to get a really good shot, but I did the best I could. I hate shooting through glass anyway.

Once we’d seen our fill, our wonderful guide drove us out of downtown and back towards our hotel. He was kind enough to stop at a liquor store so that we could pick up some coolers, and then dropped us off for the evening. We would never have enjoyed Chicago the way we did without him (and it would have cost us a fortune in cabs) so I hope that he knows how sincerely grateful both V and I are for his generosity, and for sharing some of his interesting knowledge of the city. If you ever come to Toronto my friend, I hope you’ll allow me to show you around

V and I enjoyed the warm evening and had a couple of drinks on the lawn of the hotel. Eventually we retired to our air conditioned room, looking forward to sleeping in the following morning.

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After a blessedly restful sleep at the KOA, we hit the road Tuesday morning feeling a lot more alert than we had the previous days.

Wyoming was really, really hot.  We discovered that ferrets will pant when they get hot enough (yes, we had V’s ferret along for the trip) and that no amount of swearing makes one feel any cooler.

We saw a dust devil outside of Casper, sadly I didn’t get a photo.  Casper by the way smells like sewage, and has far too many trailers parks.

Also, America has A LOT OF PILONS!

I’ve never seen so much bloody road construction in my life.

We spent most of the day driving, only stopping briefly for fuel and food.  When we drove through Cheyenne a young woman who I assume was from Canada, or perhaps even Alberta, smiled and waved at us on the interstate.  Or maybe she was flirting with us, since she did have a very vibrant rainbow bandanna hanging from her rear view mirror.

Our goal was to make it into Nebraska before it got too late.  Finding a place to stay once we made it that far was another thing.  We stopped at a gas station in Sidney, where we were attacked by these god-awful flying beetles.  V wouldn’t get out of the truck to pump the gas after some of them landed on her, so I braved the swarm and filled us up.  The lady at the station lent us a phone book so that we could find a campsite, and off we went to Chappell where we happened into a little off-the-beaten-path camp ground operated by a man who reminded me of Hank Hill.  Every sentence seemed to end with “…I’ll tell you what” and he had a slight drawl that was actually pretty endearing.

The tent was set up in the dark, after he showed us to our spot and wished us a good night.  There wasn’t much in the way of trees, but it was a place to sleep so we were content. Also the bathrooms were heavenly, which we had come to appreciate above anything else at that point in time.  Surprisingly, there was also wifi access, so I was able to Twitter and check e-mails and chat to Jack before we crawled into our sleeping bags and passed out.

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After a very chilly and miserable night, we woke up roasting to death in our tent under the heat of the sun, and the wind was threatening to blow us away.  We were fatigued and more than a little sore from sleeping on the ground, but I promised V we would stop in Billings and pick up a new air mattress and sleeping bags for the night.

We rounded up our gear, and not 10 minutes after we’d loaded it back into the trailer, the sprinklers came on, so that was one potential horror avoided.

Neither of us had realised that Montana was so beautiful, but really, it’s quite pretty.

We stopped here to take a pee on the side of the road. Yes, we are such classy gals

We did indeed stop at Billings for supplies. While we were there we encountered one of apparently many ‘Kum & Go’ convenience stores, which made us giggle.

We were aiming to get across the border into Wyoming before packing it in for the night. There was a KOA just north of Sheridan we planned to stay at.

We made it into the KOA and got ourselves a spot, and set up the tent. We decided to take advantage of the laundry and showers, so we washed some clothes and had cold showers (it was hot as hell in Montana, as I’ve said a few times). It was glorious to feel clean again after sweating all day and then setting up and all, but we were looking forward to crawling into our new sleeping bags on top of the new air mattress.

That night was much, much better than our first one. We stayed warm and comfortable and got plenty of rest for the long haul we had planned for the following day.

P.S. I never want to hear another American complain about your gas prices.  Do you know that you are paying WAY LESS than we are?  We were using premium gas for the trip and it was still over $20 LESS per tank than what we pay here in Canada for the lowest grade of fuel.  You guys have it easy, so quit your bitchin.

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A summary of our Saturday, spent preparing for our week-long road trip can be found here and here.  I won’t bother going over everything that happened that day, but needless to say, our trip was off to an interesting start, LOL.

Sunday marked Day One of Shasta & V Do America.  We said our goodbyes and off we went, south of Calgary towards the Alberta/Montana border.

Neither of us had really driven into the states, so we didn’t know what to expect at the border. Fortunately the line up was fairly short, and we didn’t have to wait long. The cute customs officer was very sweet, and rather than search our trailer, they just gave it a quick scan and sent us on our way. It was a relief to be in and out of there without any trouble.

Cut Bank, Montana was the first stop of the evening, to see the World’s Largest Penguin. We wandered around looking for it, before finally stopping at a little casino to use the bathroom and ask where we could find said penguin. The bartender was kind enough to direct us and allowed us to use the facilities.

We found the penguin just where he said it would be. We parked the truck and trailer in the lot of an abandoned drive-in diner (you know, the kind with the car hops that came out to take your order). The penguin was indeed very large, as you can see from the above photos.

283. See the World’s Largest Penguin

That accomplished, and the sun going down, our next item of business was finding a place to sleep. Our GPS (nicknamed Mags) informed us that there was a camp ground nearby, and so we headed over there, only to find the supposed location populated by houses, and a hill.

Not sure what else to do, we drove east towards Chester, hoping to see a sign for camping. We did see a sign, although the facilities were not exactly what we had in mind. The ‘camp ground’ was basically a park in the middle of town, like a playground, with a grassy area. It was well after nightfall by this time, so we said to hell with it, parked, and set about putting our tent together. Thank gods we bought head lamps before we left Calgary.

There was a hole in the air mattress, and so we made up a bed the best we could, although we were seriously lacking for blankets. It had been so hot that day we didn’t think it would get too cold at any rate. In fact we didn’t bother putting the fly over the tent, so that the entire ceiling was open to the stars above.

167. Sleep under the stars

I heard a tiny meow outside, and decided to investigate, only to find a small kitten huddled next to a tree beside our tent. I approached slowly, V close behind me, but he started up the tree, and when I reached out to touch him, he spat and hissed furiously. So much for that. He was stuck up the tree and continued to cry until after we fell asleep, but there was nothing we could do (he did manage to get down on his own, I checked the next day).

I woke up in the wee hours, freezing to death, cuddled as close to V as possible. We were both curled up tightly, but there wasn’t much hope for sleep. It felt like the night may never end, and I don’t think that I really slept again until the sun began to rise and warm us up.

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GOOD MORNING!!! I am writing this at a picnic table near Sheridan, Wyoming at about 7:30 in the morning. V and I pulled into a KOA (Kampground of America) last night at the end of Shasta & V Do America - Day Two. The trip has been really awesome so far, although our patience and resiliency are being put to the test. A plethora of things have gone wrong right from the beginning (the U-Haul was late being returned before our rental, the lights hook-up wouldn’t work, we packed the trailer until 2am, etc) but we have taken it in stride. We are laughing a whole lot at any rate. I have missed blogging. I feel like I am SOOOOO far behind, with so much to write. Last week in Calgary I was able to visit with some of my friends, and cross off quite a number of list items. In fact, here is a summary of what I have managed to accomplish recently:

167. Sleep under the stars

283. See the World’s Largest Penguin

369. Taste ostrich meat

377. Take a pee in the robot potty in Calgary

381. Eat a cupcake from Crave

449. Ride on the back of a motorcycle through the country

452. Have a Tubby Dog

I have a ton of photos from both Alberta and here in America to get posted once we reach home, not to mention at least half a dozen blog posts to write regarding the tail-end of my time in Calgary and then our road trip across the country.

Getting in to America was far easier than I expected. The border security officer that we spoke to was friendly and easy going (and cute!) and he teased us about bringing V’s pet ferret into the States. They scanned our trailer and sent us on our way. I would say that once we actually got up to the gate, we got through in about 10 minutes total (and that includes the scan thing they did). Super awesome! We love you border security people!

Montana was really gorgeous for the most part, and the people were really friendly (you always get a few of the other kind, no matter where you go). Cell service down here is sort of interesting (I can only get it intermittently) so if I go long stretches without Twittering, that is why.

We are hoping to stay at another KOA tonight, close to Lincoln, Nebraska. Tomorrow we are going to make our best effort to get all the way to Chicago, since we have sight-seeing plans with a fellow blogger, and tentative cocktails with CunningMinx.

V and I are really enjoying the drive through America. We are especially enjoying the much cheaper gas (don’t you dare complain about gas prices America! We pay about $20 dollar more per tank than you do :P)

Well, I’d better get V and the ferret up so that we can get a move on, or we may never make it to Chicago, LOL.

I will do what I can to get another post or two up before we get to Ontario, but no promises

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