Once we got back into our surburban, I was unceremoniously booted from my spot as co-pilot and resigned to my position in the very back. I must say I thought I was doing an excellent job co-piloting but apparently my pilot didn't not enjoy my company. Approximately 30 seconds after getting on the road again we took the on-ramp to get back on a few passengers, myself included, realized we were headed west back towards Iowa City. We were going the wrong way!
We all gave the driver and the new co-pilot a hard time for getting us lost.
The rest of the weekend was spend playing p-diddle on the drive, our driver following cars in front of us way too closely and the passengers being generally scared for our life, and playing quarters in our hotel room.
And my friend Brenton petted the wolverine statue.