The Fellowship of the Suburu.





Did you know we got a car? Did I mention it? It's true. We're all over now.






We took a leisurely road trip to Chicago and back. 
It was shocking to see the amount of abandoned businesses along the way.



The paintball scene isn't what it used to be.



Cinema I & II looks like it's been LXXXVIed.



It was very scary inside... but perhaps not as scary as the parking lot outside.



Industry loves company.



Cloud spirits.



We went to the church Jon was baptized in.

I wonder if they give booster dips?



Hand scrawled sign reads: OMG I BUY HOUSES CASH...



 Look out Lucille Roberts... they're on to you.



EXCEPTER at the Neon Marshmallow fest in Chicago.



I like what this says to me.






On the way back from this great little restaurant called the Breakfast Club.



The owner saw us taking pictures and let us in on the story behind the "other lion".



Rat Packed.



The Boys of Fall.



Then we took the red pill and got out of the Matrix.



It's a shitty picture but I had to share. It's a DeLorean with a vanity plate that reads NO ROADS.



Our host cats.




Great signs on the way out.



How honored aborted babies must feel with this grand memorial.








Brother or Boyfriend? Both.



Late night breakfast faces at the Park and Eat.



This is what heaven looks like.



Check out the co-pilots.






Taxidermy hijinks.

(That's a monkey face coming out of a deer's butt.)





The road to hell is paved.



Giant beautiful mural in the middle of nowhere.






We decided to drive Route 6 all the way across Pennsylvania. 

On the last leg, we raced the sunset to the Pennsylvania Grand Canyon.

We followed signs and dirt roads up a mountain to a fire tower.



In the middle of total wilderness, at the top of a mountain, with no time to spare...

Jon swiped his debit card through the homemade credit card machine...



We managed to snap one picture of the final sliver of sunlight before it disappeared behind the mountains.

What a great trip.