Some 3,200 miles later, Jen and Paully have returned to Iowa. Idaho was fun, complete with successful apartment hunting highlighted by Andy, our new landlord, who drives a little motor-scooter but owns an airplane, which I suppose our new rent will be financing. We experienced many time zones and many mountain passes. Millions of butterflies splattered themselves across the windshield. I'm happy to report that Moscow, Idaho has a gas station called "The Stinker," an oversized rocking chair akin to the largest basket (pictures coming soon, we promise), and squirrels drinking Southern Comfort on frat house lawns. Current students informed us that, come winter, the interstate passes through the mountains are closed and "you can't really get out, except by plane." Guess the landlord has the right idea.
Roadtrip memories are best summarized by Paul holding a conversation with the snot he had just coughed up into a Subway napkin. That said, I'm going to bed.
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