So I know we totally dropped the ball on this blog, but don't worry. We're both in one piece, although Boman might still have gangrene on his feet. Gross. Let's continue....
Mr. Erickson takes us for a ride out to their country meth lab. I mean country house. It's very peaceful...for a meth lab. Country house.
But peace is not what we were after. Heavy and not-so-heavy artillery.
I had never fired a gun until this point, so we had lots of catching up to do.
I learned the first rule - safety first and foremost.
The second rule is almost more important than the first. Look as cool as possible. Boman's pelvic shotgun thrust is a good illustration.
We learned a lot about Jesse's childhood at this point.
Nothing's more American than shoot innocent animals - especially cute baby seals.
Road kill series - I swear we didn't shoot this guy.
Jesse told us about a live bear that was cruely chained up to a pole, so we go to investigate.
No bear here.
But there could have been a bear here.
Old wall paper.
We didn't shoot this bird either.
Jesse's dad did, however, shoot this turkey with a shotgun once upon a time. He gave us the dried feet as our Iowa souvenir. Score!
Goodbye Jesse, goodbye Brittney, goodbye Ericksons. Thanks for the hospitality.
We started truckin towards Chicago, but not before stopping at the World's Largest Truckstop off I-80.
Truck study.
The Super Truck Showroom was breath-taking. All trucks dream of making it into this American resting place.
The gift shop was more like a mall.
Filled with amazing things.
Pins for war heroes. And Matt.
I was over my budget at this point. Otherwise, I would have totally bought the entire Married With Children DVD collection.
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