7 years, 1 month ago Bobbe White
We recently drove to Denver, for about the 37th time or so. As routes go, there're limited options from Quincy IL to Denver. Whichever way you go, it's like going to Subway. Order #34; it's about 7 feet long and 3 feet high. Slice the bread lengthwise down the middle with a saw. Flatten it on a big piece of paper. Squirt a mustard stripe down the middle. That's your center line. Nothing else goes on it.. And that's #34. Also known as "the Kansas", because that's what the drive is like. Or take the northern route, it's like ordering #37, a/k/a "The Nebraska".
They're aptly named for the order in which they entered the Union. Took us a while to decide if we really wanted them, but some great athletes and comedians came from those states, so the powers said, "Sure, let 'em in." Anyway, you get the picture. Long, ho-hum, hairy-dog drives.
Each state has a unique place in our routine:
Missouri, Macon McDonald's: We order the same lunch every single time: Filet-o-Fish medium meal deal, with an extra fish and Southwest Salad. That's it. Bingo-Bango-Bongo. They never get it right. Ever. Jeff vents about this situation, every time. "We ought to make every kid in America set up a lemonade stand three times, working at McDonald's. They'd learn how to take orders and make change!
After Missouri, is Kansas and our multi-town hotel quest. I save the monologue in my phone notes for quick referencing.
1st: Seneca has the Althoffen Inn and McDonald's, but we're not tired yet. Drive on.
2nd: Washington has the Oak Tree Inn and Casey's. Still not tired.
3rd town: "Belleville's got squattum", Jeff says. We're a little tired.
4th: Mankato hasn't got sh*t! (Uh-oh.)
5th: Smith Center has a Dollar General, "but that does us no $&?#*% good." (Somebody's cranky...)
6th: Phillipsburg has a spankin' new Rodeway Inn. (Got our second wind. Keep driving.)
7th stop: Norton-"Oh Honey, they've got a Dairy Queen! Sleep Inn looks nice. (But, nope! Onward...)
8th: Oberlin-Oh boy, they've got a Chesters and a Subway. Comfort Inn too.
9th: St. Francis-"Look at that!" Jeff says. "The It'll Do Motel." Photo opp stop.
I must've fallen asleep after that...
Colorado: Giddy-up! We stop at the first and only gas station in the Colorado plains. The Rockies are hours away. Looks like Kansas. We request the restroom keys. It's seriously attached to a billy club. I feel like a London Bobby. Who'd want it? The clerk says we'd be surprised.
Fast forward three days and the man at the Denver Residence Inn desk asks, "Leaving already?"
"We only reserved two nights..."
"Hmmmm," he says. I just remember you two. (Really?) We blink at him.
"I remember people who talk to me." We love this place.
"We'll be back!"
We head home and stop at the same cafe on the Colorado-Kansas border. I don't even recall the town, at this point. All we know is, the woman who is owner/waitress/cook is still crabby. But the eggs are good and the bacon is crisp.
Nice to know some things never change.
