A few weeks ado, I was able to attend the FSA food show in Nampa, Idaho. Our rep set us up with a hotel room for the night before so that we could get an early start on the day. The first 100 people who showed up were going to be given a pass to go in the Cash Machine, and we weren’t going to slack on that. 🙂
Whitey stayed behind to run the restaurant, and JC and I got in his truck and headed towards I-84.
As we neared the on-ramp, we noticed dozens and dozens of semi-trucks lining the side of the roads, so we pulled into a gas station to find out what was going on.
Corn. A semi pulling a huge trailer of corn cobs had tipped over, and so all lanes headed east-bound were closed. They were predicting a 4-hour delay.
Four hours? Heck no. We whipped out my laptop, pulled up trip-check, and saw that they were pin-pointing the accident somewhere else on the freeway. We then did a Google Satellite search to find another road around the freeway. After talking it over, we decided What The Heck? Let’s go for it!
We made our way to the other side of town and jumped on a rural road through farms, strange bridge overpasses, and absolute pitch darkness.
Our motto became, “We’re either geniuses, or absolute idiots.”
We were driving 50-miles out of the way to (hopefully) get around the accident, pop out onto the freeway, and be on our way.
We finally arrived at the end of the road, some 48-miles away from Baker City, and waited to see if any cars were on the freeway. It was so silent. We noticed a sign slightly behind us on the freeway that said WRECK, but it didn’t say ROAD CLOSED. JC didn’t want to get in trouble, and so we started to turn around. That’s when we saw another car barreling down the freeway, so it gave us a bit more gumption to go for it.
We came upon the accident just moments later.
We were so busted.
Corn everywhere, flashing lights, and heavy equipment racing to clean up the mess.
We pulled up to the road block, and were approached immediately by Dude In Fluorescent Vest. He began chastising us for trying to cut around the freeway closure, and we shook our heads, explaining how we had been at “uncle Jerry’s” off the rural highway, and that we had no idea that the freeway was closed.
🙂 We certainly didn’t need a traffic citation at that point.
We sat for about 15-minutes (including a minor “girly” break by yours truly right there on I-84 in front of JC’s truck) until they let us through.
Woo HOO! We found out later that the rest of the minions weren’t allowed on the freeway until four hours later. We were Geniuses, I tell yah.
We arrived at our hotel around midnight, and after convincing the front desk clerk that No, I hadn’t already checked in, we both went to our respective rooms and crashed.
We woke up bright and early the next morning. We weren’t going to take the chance that we wouldn’t get there in time to get the free pass for the cash machine. After hastily inhaling our continental breakfast we took off for the show…
and we were the first ones there.
We wasted some time driving around the car lots nearby, checking out the new Dodge Challengers and Chargers (WOW!) and finally just sat outside the entrance of the show. We watched as dozens of vendors parked their cars and hauled merchandise up the walkway. JC convinced me to check the other side of the building, and sure enough, there was a line forming for entry.
We raced up to the line and guaranteed a spot for the cash machine.
I convinced JC to do the cash machine, telling him that he could keep every dollar he shoved in his pockets.
What they didn’t tell us was that the US Currency was going to be mingled with Monopoly money, and JC walked with all of….
The raw squid didn’t look too appetizing. How strange to have it displayed like this.