Day 7 – Iowa City

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Iowa city is pretty much equal distance between each coast of the USA. Or at least I thought that was true until I did a google maps search right now, but generally it’s in the middle of everything. And there is nothing, nothing there as we found out.

We woke up to raining weather. Walked over to the dealership and talked to them. I think they hadn’t seen the form that we filled out so we explained the problem and they said they would look at it. We went back to the hotel for a bit and then went out to explore the incredible town of Iowa City. I am mostly certain that we were along 2nd St, close to 4th Ave, which is a little out of the main downtown area but there should have been a few things.

We walked down 2nd and along a back street through the small town, I’m guessing this was Coralville. Got some gummy worms to eat and hung out in a video game store for a bit. We sat in the park. Skipped some rocks. Yelled at ducks, especially the rejected white one. Then it started really raining hard and we just kind of walked through it all getting soaked.

We went back to the dealership and they said they would try to have it done that night, and would most likely have it done by the next day, so we went back to the hotel and rented it for another night. After relaxing for a while the dealership called and said they fixed the car, and the total cost would be around $400. Overjoyed we went back and picked up the car. Checked out of the hotel but we didn’t ask for a refund because we didn’t really want to / note: I don’t remember that.

Headed off to Chicago, driving through more of the nothingness that makes up the midwest. And then we crossed the Mississippi River for the first time! Since it was such a momentous occasion we stopped and browsed around the information shop. I remember looking through the periscope at the river and seeing… a river. Anyhow, continued on our way through bad weather and arrived in Chicago at night.

We were staying with my family friends the Rivoire’s, who had a very nice home in a high class suburb. Bob Rivoire had grown up with my mother’s family and I had seen him a few times at family gatherings. We had a nice conversation about our journey and Bob even ordered some real Chicago deep dish pizza. To this day I don’t think I’ve ever had a better deep dish pizza than the one that night.

After a long journey we eventually slept.


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