Adventure

The cold and crisp silence of the late fall night was only broken by the tolling of a single bell. One o'clock. The moon that hung low in the sky, it's curving peak just visible over the forested mountains surrounding Greensburg PA, shone down as 6 men emerged from a brightly lit hall. As they strode purposefully across the commons their talk turned to adventure, and before they could reach the warm inviting beds of their homes, each one was filled with something akin to wanderlust. Qucikly they made ready for their journey. Plans were laid and courses were plotted. The half dozen set out from the safety of Greensburg and ventured forward into the the untamed lands of the west. Yes I speak of the most flat and boring Ohio. The incidious levelness that plauges the midwest stems right from the one place we were forced to go, Ohio. We gathered provisions of Coffee and Gasoline at the local sheets and at made our first strides toward our goal at 1:30 in the morning. An hour of travel saw us to the border of our hated enemy, and if it was not for the amazing wonders we seeked there, surely we would have turned back. But with great reluctance we crossed that faithful plain and as the mountians of our homeland faded in the mirrors we knew there was no turning back. Another hour later we were poised at the edge of Akron Ohio. Yes, our destination lie within the infamous Akron Ohio. We quickly exited and made for our goal with the utmost of haste. And there it was like a beacon to hope and truth, the fruit of our toils, the ultimate goal, a small spot of awesomeness and excitment in the blank slate of oppression that is Ohio, The White Castle shone far into the night. Our joy was beyond bounds as we desimated rank after rank of tiny meat patties trapped between miniscule buns. Long into the morning did our revels go. A rukus the likes of which ohio rarely sees. But soon, the weariness of our flesh soon came to light and we realized we all longed for home. With a myriad of spent burger casings clustered now empty in the brimming trashcans, we drove solemnly into the untamed flatness of Ohio. The next hour was the most trying of our journey. The need for sleep was paramount in everyone's mind but we could recieve no rest until we cleared Ohio and returned to our fatherland. As the miles ticked down, we saw shining in the distance a sign proudly proclaiming "Welcome to Pennslyvannia". A new vigor was renewed within the party as we strove hard towards home. Another hour would pass and we finally reached the safe confines of Greensburg once again. We stood stiffly in the parking lot; stretching our tired limbs. And as the sun burst through the pre dawn mists, sending its warm glowing rays down apon us, we all felt sick because the onions on white castle burgers are really greasy.