The boys began the trip with a 12 and a half hour flight from Auckland to Los Angeles.
As always, Dean hummed Metallica the whole way.
They stayed a night in LA in a lovely hotel – way more comfortable than the boys are used to.
Dean made himself right at home.
While poor Sam was still sleeping with one hand on his gun (not a euphemism)
Later they tracked down a Starbucks. Dean rolled his eyes at Sam’s grande vanilla latte (not half caf)
Monday, the boys were a big hit with the locals in Solvang
Dean still has nightmares about lederhosen.
Olsens’ bakery, and the boys couldn’t decide what to get.
Unfortunately it’s fenced off these days, and there were too many people around to jump the fence.
“Driver Picks the Music, Shotgun Shuts His Cakehole”
In the tiny town of Weed, Ca., Dean played “Where’s the Moose?”
Sam wasn’t amused.
The boys’ favourite place on the road to Vancouver was Crater Lake, Oregon.
Dean was disappointed, they never did get to see a bear.
Sam: “You are NOT having pie for breakfast!” Dean: *puppy eyes* Sam:”Oh alright then.”