If you're looking for heaven, it's north of the bridge.

As you all know, I spent a month up in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan this summer. Getting there and back required a good, old fashioned, eight hour, Midwest road trip. So, to restart my blogging, I thought we'd play a game of, "You Know You're on a Midwest Road Trip When..." Here we go!

You know you're on a Midwest road trip when...

  • The first question is which truck is the best truck for this particular trip. 
  • Passengers swap stories about working in the corn fields. 
  • At least half of the drive is through construction. 
  • You stop to pick up a friend and get stuck at his house for at least half an hour as his father shows off his wood shop...
  • and the gun case he made...
  • and his bows. 
  • There is a spirited debate as to which era of country music was the best era of country music. 
  • At least one person in the car has been to wedding in a barn...
  • or a restaurant in a barn...
  • or a bar in a barn...
  • basically anything in a barn.
  • You're five hours into your drive and you still haven't listened to anything but country music. 
  • You thank your lucky stars there's a Kwik Trip coming up, because you have to pee and they have the best bathrooms. 
  • You pass a fishing museum. 
  • Someone says the sentence, "We'd better stop in Escanaba, because it's the only big city we'll hit for the next several hours." 
  • Or, "Oh, thank God, there's a Culver's."
  • Someone mentions a corn palace. 
  • It's July, but everyone in the car is wearing a sweater. 
  • All of the restaurants and bars you've passed for the past hour have been housed in log cabins. 
  • You see more men with beer bellies and American flag or eagle shirts than you do people who aren't white. 

And finally.... 

You know you're on a Midwest road trip when your final destination looks like this. 


I had a great time. And I'm definitely proud to be a Midwesterner. Play along with me! How do you know when you're on a Midwest road trip? Let me know in the comments. Happy road tripping, everyone!  

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  1. When you can't see the forest for the trees. Or the corn.

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