We had planned to get up at 5 in the morning, and be on the road 15 minutes later, but we hated the motel so much that we quickly packed up all our stuff and left an hour earlier than that, while it was still dark outside. We drove through the rest of Pennsylvania (boring with a capital B), through Ohio, Indiana and into Illinois. We had wanted to make it into Iowa, but with lots of bathroom breaks for Pixie and the rest of us, we only made it to Princeton, Ill. Since the motel allowed only one pet per room, we waited until it got very dark outside, and then we snuck all of the cats in. It was fun being so sneaky, and I knew our pets wouldn't do any damage to the room, so I didn't feel bad about breaking the motel's rules.
The next day we got through the rest of Illinois, through Iowa, through Nebraska and into Laramie, Wyo. where we stayed at a Ramada Inn. Our worst part of the day was driving through Nebraska because it smells like cow manure, yet you can't even see any cows from the highway. We aren't used to farmland and so we felt as though we were in the middle of absolutely nowhere, except for when we crossed the Mississippi River, since we had all heard of it before, even Jenny, who can spell M-I-S-S-I-S-S-I-P-P-I really fast.
The next day we drove through the mountains and it was much more interesting, except my dad had to drive slowly because of the windiness of the road. He did most of the driving because he is a "terrible passenger," according to my mom. After Wyoming we got into Utah.
As we approached the Great Salt Lake the ride became way more interesting. From the highway we could see the Salt Lake. And people had carved words into the mountains and in the sand. I liked driving close to the Salt Lake because there was no town there, and no gas station, and so it felt like we were driving on a highway in outer space. Everything around us was just mountains and the Salt Lake.
That same day we drove into Nevada. We stayed at a Holiday Inn in Reno, and there was a casino right inside the hotel. The dog was allowed, but my mom had to sneak the cats in on a luggage cart. She covered their crate with a giant towel so no one would notice them, and when Daisy started to meow in the lobby while my mom was waiting for the elevator, she pretended to have a sneezing and coughing fit so that no one would hear the cat.
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