Night before 13.1

Last Friday afternoon, my sister and I took off to Soda Springs, Idaho. Population: 10. Okay, not really 10, but we seriously thought Soda Springs was a major city in Idaho. We thought wrong! Before we left Logan we thought about stopping somewhere to eat, but I just hurried and printed off a list of about 30 restaurants in Soda Springs instead so we'd be able to get there in time to pick up our race packets and bibs. Once we got to Soda Springs with it's whole 3 stop lights, 2 motels, and an Alco, we picked up our packets and then tried to find a place to eat. I pulled out our list of restaurants and proceeded to tell Chelsie the directions to the Village Pizzeria. The address was something like 11570 Deer Creek Rd. Truckee, CALIFORNIA. Haha! The rest of the restaurants were in Soda Springs, CA so we ended up eating at the Trapper motel cafe'! We went in to look at the menu and all of the employees were sitting in a booth eating something. We decided we'd eat there since there was only an Artic Circle, Taco Time, and Subway. The salad bar consisted of cut up iceberg lettuce, cheese, olives, and beets. We both had to touch our food to make sure it was cold.
The decor in the restaurant was immaculate! haha! I can't even describe it. Everything was so random, from a sombrero hanging from the ceiling, a kite, a wooden duck, cowboy hats, a hot air balloon, the list goes on and on. Chelsie even found the ugliest miniature wooden carousel in the bathroom (which she got trapped in because the door wouldn't open... HILARIOUS!) that someone took a lot of time to make super ugly. Anyway, the night was full of giggles!
If you ever want to jump into a time machine, stay at a motel in Soda Springs. We got our key to our motel and all of the sudden we were in the 60's. Our room was FABULOUS! We had some nasty brown carpet, it smelled like an old folks home, and the bed spreads... oh the bed spreads! Maroon, brown, navy blue, and germ infested. There was also a lovely faded painting of some deer for us to look at. We jumped on the beds a little and watched an hour of 'Say yes to the dress' (love that show) and lights out! Good news about the beds though. Our motel conveniently covers their pillows in plastic cases that sound like candy wrappers as its user turns his/her head... or breathes. I ended up taking the case off and proceeded to find hair that wasn't mine on the fabric case under the plastic one. Pleasant! But seriously, funniest night ever. Now that I've been to Soda Springs, I know how deprived my life has been!