Dear Son and I are on a road trip that will eventually take us to the wedding of one of my nieces, or one of his cousins, depending on perspective. Yesterday was the third day. We discovered that he is allergic to Minnesota. Seriously. We crossed the state line, stopped at the first rest stop, and he threw up.
He complained that throwing up was not accompanied by feeling better, which to his mind is the purpose of throwing up. I sympathized. He's been feeling lurgy since then.
Today we're visiting Beloved Son and his Dear Wife. Eldest Offspring will fly in on Thursday and the four of us will continue the road trip to Ohio, the location of the wedding. The day after the wedding, at the latest, we'll reverse the procedure, only with less visiting.
It hasn't been too tough so far. We've averaged twelve hours driving per day. We've slept on real beds. Dear Son has forced me to do stretches and squats every time we stop, which, thanks to my bladder, is often. So my bones may be vibrating a bit but I'm not feeling run down.
We passed the Spam Museum last night. According to their website, "Referred to by some meat historians as The Guggenham, Porkopolis or M.O.M.A. (Museum Of Meat-Themed Awesomeness), the SPAM® Museum is home to the world’s most comprehensive collection of spiced pork artifacts." I can only say that there must be a SPAM® processing plant nearby. You can smell hot spam from the highway.
There's a billboard near the exit saying that the Spam Museum is where Hawaiians go on vacation. I've never been to Hawaii, but I've heard from those who have that you can get SPAM® burgers at McDonalds, there. I've also never been to the Spam Museum, but Roadside America has a nice writeup. There's also a shorter and less flip (and therefore less fun) writeup at Explore Minnesota. Google shows pages of reviews and a few YouTube videos. Not sure I'd want to watch someone else's tour, but if you're undecided as to whether or not to visit this free attraction, you might find one useful.
I'll tell you about the truck fire later. It wasn't our truck. We're driving in a van. Oh, and the word of the day is uropatagium, a word I discovered here, in a review of a childrens' book centered around a pterosaur. You know you need one of those.