Paul Bunyan wore giant underwear

Every now and then on this trip I get one of those "time of my life" moments. I got a few of those today while driving through the middle of nowhere. It occurred once while Taylor and I were singing terrible songs from the radio at the tops of our lungs while America slowly rolled by, and once while when we pulled off the main road to eat lunch in the dead center of nothing at all.

The latter looked liked this:



Another feeling I get, perhaps more regularly, is one of extreme stuntery. How's about this one? A wicked stunt done at the exact geographical center of North America! It's definitely never been done before. I have proof.



Here's some more roadside junk. Rte. 2 is full of it. This here is Paul Bunyan and Babe the Big Blue Ox, which is located in Bemidji, Minnesota. Apparently the legend originated there, and they take it pretty seriously, what, with their Paul Bunyan Ave. and their Babe the Ox book store. There was also a visitor's center with some Bunyan crap, like his undershorts, a giant rifle, and a wallet the size of a movie poster. Bemidji...keepin' it semi-real since 1836.



Even though I knew we'd be driving straight west for days, I didn't take into account having to stare directly into the sun while it was setting. It was so bad in Montana that I had to stick my head out the window to avoid glare, Ace Ventura style



We couldn't find any campgrounds, but we found a public park in the middle of this little town that allowed camping for free. Score! It was super weird, though, because we were the only people there and it was in the middle of a neighborhood. The place had more flying insects then I'd ever seen, so we had to cinch up pretty tight, as witnessed here:



Totally fun day in the middle of the plain states.