I love a good road trip.

I know I’ve mentioned that I’d like to go across North America one day, but in the mean time, I like to go on short road trips when I can.

In fact, while you’re reading this, I may be on the road, because after the last two less-than-stellar weeks I’ve had, I decided enough is enough: it’s time to get away for a day. So I’m driving three hours to the next big city – and to my BFF Mandelle – and then I’m driving three hours back at the end of the day.

Speaking of road trips with my BFF Mandelle…

Summer 2007. Mandelle and I had met just a few months prior and become fast friends. One of the many things we bonded over was a love of driving and road tripping.

Andrea Drives!
Andrea Drives!
Mandelle Drives!
Mandelle Drives!

(Fuck, I miss that car. Boris, you served me well.*)

We decided to check out a classic Albertan roadside attraction: The Torrington Gopher Hole Museum.

What is the Torrington Gopher Hole Museum, you ask?

This is all you need to know about it:

This is what it looks like.
This is what it looks like.
You can pose outside with this thing.
You can pose outside with this thing.
This is what's inside.
This is what’s inside.
A whole lot of this.
A whole lot of this.
And this. (Note: spelling. I mean I'm trying not to judge, but I'm judging.)
And this. (Note: spelling. I mean I’m trying not to judge, but I’m judging.)
And then there's a series of fire hydrants around the town (see: two block radius).
And then there’s a series of fire hydrants around the town (see: two block radius).

That was the day I learned that some people have hobbies I will never understand/be able to get behind.

(See also: hunting, collecting nail clippings, dog fighting…)

Ever been to a creepy museum?

xA

*Random trivia time. My first car was named Boris KARloff, because I love old horror movies and many of the actors of that era (Karloff, Lugosi, Price, sigh). My current car is named Edie PARKer, after Jack Kerouac’s first wife, because she’s one of many women of  the Beat Generation who have inspired me in countless ways. Now you know.

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