To start the lifestyle of living, working, and traveling in a healthy and exciting balance, we’ve started our travels to a slightly familiar town in Indiana called Michigan City. Seth’s dad’s family is from there originally and 2 aunts, 2 uncles, 1 grandmother, 2 cousins, over 1000 picutres, and more than a handful of memories await us in the small northern town in Indiana.
A 16 hour drive today landed us in a little town called Des Moines in Iowa. We had ideal plans to camp in some unpopulated side road in our little tent. We brought old newspaper, a pot, food to cook in the pot, and two sleeping bags. It was “raining.”
I must explain that when I hear the word raining, especially considering the idea of the midwest, I expect little drops of rain to be hitting the ground to make everything wet. The rain in Des Moines, IA tonight is more like a strange monster that just attaches to everything to make them wet. It’s foggy and everything’s wet. No water has fallen from the sky in hours. What the heck is this?
We got checked in to the hotel room and found what we thought to be a bed bug… it was way bigger and didn’t have the same identifying features, but it still freaked me (Seth) out.
We’re headed out to a little place on Court Avenue that’s supposed to have the best brew and pizza in town according to urban spoon. Click here to see what other people are saying about Court Avenue Brewing Company.