The Grande Tork Trek

Like 200 miles or somethin

Nell and I begin our morning with some healthy lower body exercises in the legit weight room at The James. Mom decides to wimp out. We think she is just lazy. We still love her.

After we get back Mzom suggests we head to Yolk for breakfast, a local popular spot. The place is packed, full of patrons eagerly awaiting their cholesterol and nutrients.


I enjoy my french toast and apples as blurry Mom attempts to cool her imaginary meal at a distance. After breakfast Nell and Mommums head off to do a little shoppin while I catch some zzz with a little nap. We have left this day open as it isn't too far to Debuque, so I suggest we hit up the Chicago Museum of Science and Technology.

It has come to my attention that this camera of ours is quite low on batteries and we have left the charger in Lincoln. No big deal in the long run as they will bring it to us in Evansville, but for now it means I'll have to be a little conservative with my photo taking.


The museum is amazingly massive and filled to the brim with absurd attractions and crazy cool exhibit, including storm simulators and Tesla coils. We decide we have to be choosy about what exhibits to visit due to the sheer size of the building.


Here's a cool exhibit about projectile trajectory that throws tennis balls across the room.


Of course instead of using my limited photo time on cool, working exhibits, I decide to capture the most derp of them all.


I love Windows XP!

Glad to see some programs are still written with 16 color monitors in mind.


Ah, but we are approaching the plumbing exhibit! Nell is quite excited about this one.


The glamorous world of plumbing.

After our exciting adventure into the world of the skilled laborer, we decide that it would be best to head out on our way to avoid night driving. Getting out of Chicago isn't so bad... until we experience the industrious, ingenious, and invigorating Illinois highway system. Traffic is bunched up for miles with construction, rain, and tolls never ending. Perhaps an hour or two later then we expected, we arrive in Debuque, Iowa, the final destination for our father's journey.

We are all hungry and tired from the trip, so we head out to eat. Surprisingly for such a small town we find some fantastic eats.


The cook even came out to explain her recipes and give us some eating tips in New Orleans! How nifty.


Everything is better then expected.

And now it is sleepy time. Rest comes to us all.