After a hot shower and a handful of pretzels for breakfast, I made my way west to Iowa. I saw all kinds of animals along the way, full sized horses, mini horses, cows, pigs and even roosters along the side of the road. I even passed the World’s Largest Truck Stop on Highway 80, I didn’t even know there was such a thing. It lives up to its name though because it was massive. Aside from that, this is how my drive through Iowa was…corn, corn, corn, the occasional soybean farm and more corn. Big surprise right? Then in the middle of it all is Black Hawk Lake.
As I was setting up my tent, four guys strolled up with a beer in hand and proclaimed “You’re tent camping? What are you, a retard?” Thanks for that one Kurt. Haha. They were a good group of guys and invited me across the way to join their families for dinner and drinks once I got set up. I told them to forewarn their wives and that I would see them later. They also told me that the World’s Largest Ball of popcorn wasn’t too far away and that I should check it out. I promised them that I would go see it in the morning. They also asked if I stopped to see the World’s Largest Skillet in Indiana. I didn’t even know there was such a thing. Dammit, I guess I’ll have to save that attraction for the next trip.
About fifteen minutes later two women approached me and invited me to dinner as well. I asked if the guys belonged to them and they said yes. I accepted their dinner invitation and met up with my new friends Kurt and Lisa, Larry and Candy, Paul and Lori, Joe and Joan, Jane and of course, Mike. Mike was plastered and had a habit of repeating himself…a lot. Dinner was great; there was brisket, prime rib, potatoes and beans. Yummy. I spent most of the night chatting with the guys and trying to catch the Red Sox game. The guys even chatted with my mother on the phone when she called and she said it sounded like I was at a bar. In a sense I was, I was at Kurt’s Port of Indecision!
The crowd died off and the wives retreated inside and then it was just me and the boys around the fire pit. Mike kept dozing off, so Larry heated up the fire poker until it was glowing red and proceeded to melt through the shoe lace loops of Mike’s shoes. Man I wish I could’ve seen Mike’s face when he went to tie his shoelaces!!!
Mike would wake up from time to time long enough to tell me I could stay in his trailer if I wanted. I graciously turned down the offer every time he asked me…which was quite a few times. Larry, Kurt and myself got a good chuckle out of it and continued to try to melt his shoelaces whenever Mike dozed. I said my goodnights around midnight and made my way back to my tent.
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