Cincinnati is a Miserable City

The furthest east I've ever traveled in my life was to Cincinnati, Ohio. I was attending the national convention for the Future Farmers of America in Louisville, Kentucky during my senior year of high school. As I've mentioned before here and live blogs, I grew up in the country. So it shouldn't surprise anyone that I attended the FFA national convention. (I actually attended the national convention twice. Once in Louisville and once in Indianapolis where I received my American Farmer degree.)

When I was attending the national convention in Louisville, our group decided to visit the Bass Pro Shops. Like I said, we grew up in the country were people regularly fish and hunt. Bass Pro Shops is to us, what Saks Fifth Avenue is too heiress's. We had a problem though, the Bass Pro Shops were in Cincinnati. So we traveled the two hours from Louisville to Cincinnati, but not without getting lost in Indiana fist. Anyways we finally made it to the Bass Pro Shops, did our shopping (I bought a fishing reel for my father.), and went to have something to eat. That's where our trouble started.