Chicago is an interesting city, a solid mix between the concrete jungles known as the Burroughs of NYC, and the park infested cities on the west coast like San Diego. The one thing I did not do was experience the deep dish while I was there.
Aldo and I continued to Knoxville, while John left on a plane for Denver. The solo mission ensued where exorbitant amounts of coffee, beef jerky and small conversations with gas station attendants were consumed. Indeed, it does get lonely on the road, but not enough to be caught dead in a rest stop with no doors on the stall.
Aldo and John in Denver.
Chicago
John and Aldo at a local bar in Chicago. There was money from many different countries tacked to the wall including Peru, Switzerland and Germany.
On the way to Knoxville.
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