July 4
I believe I had one of the best Fourth of Julys I have yet to experience. I got to spend the day seeing our great nation. As I left Chicago that morning well-rested I realized “That’s it, one more block and I’m the furthest away from home I’ve ever been” I Thanked God for this protection during this trip and prayed for his continued protection.
As I made my way to Wisconsin. The air was crisp, with temperatures ranging from 62 to 70 degrees. Tired of the interstate, I spent more time in the "Badger State," taking detours and back roads to Minnesota.
While driving these winding roads through and around forests, my thoughts turned to the woods. They were so thick and dark under the overcast sky that I could barely see inside. "Any number of things could be out there," I thought. The feeling of being watched by some unknown presence gave me pause but kept me moving forward. "I don’t want to be driving here after the sun goes down," I mused.
Now, dear reader, don’t take my words as merely an attempt at a haunting description of the woods, nor my fear as some imagined thing brought on by isolation and boredom. "There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy." This land is old; it was here long before us, and we are not natives here. We claimed it, and one day it may take back its claim.
After a few hours, I made it to Minnesota. By far the worst state I have been in yet. Every state at least had one cool thing about it. but Minnesota was BORING, Boring land, boring roads, boring people. I was not a fan. Plus it was 15.99 for a can of Zyn! I zipped through the state as fast as I could stopping off in St. Cloud for the night.