On Tuesday, July 12th at 10:10 am-- the Great Megabus Adventure officially began.
We pulled away from Iowa City and into--
an endless expanse of flat land and uninterrupted sky.
The “midwest dome,” according to Charles, the young writer from Ames, Iowa who ended up sitting across from me.
It’s true. Riding through the midwest, you get the sense that if you wandered maybe 500 miles through the corn in any direction, you’d eventually be able to touch a wall of sky. Maybe that’s a special kind of delirium that comes with 4-7 hours on the road.
By 3:30 pm, I was greeted by:
|(Compliments of Google images)|
My first impression: it’s like NYC and Philly moved to the Midwest and had a love-child. A really really really big love-child. And one I might just get along with.
When I took my first steps in Chicago, I expected to be hit with instant trip jitters. I wasn’t. Only the cognitive static that comes with roaming through a place you’ve never been before, glancing around and wondering, “Could I live here? Will I live here?”
I was also greeted by: