This post was actually written on Friday, August 8th.
Right now we're about an hour east of Chicago rolling through a town called La Porte, Indiana.
I had imagined there'd be more corn, but I guess we're close enough to the lake and, for that matter, Chicago, that things aren't quite as agriculturally based as I remembered. Then again, the last time I was in Indiana, we drove to Purdue first, and then on to Notre Dame, so I think I'm remebering the trip there more than the trip back.
It's actually not a bad stretch of road, the weather has been pretty nice (though a little humid), and we really don't have that far to go today, so I'm in a pretty good mood so far.
The plan for today had us leaving Milwaukee at about 11AM. Amazingly (must be the time zone difference), we actually were out of the house by 10:30 or so. Granted, we didn't make it to the highway until about quarter past eleven, but we're still doing better than I thought we would be.
Our next stop is dinner in Toledo with some people she knows, and at the rate we're going, we're going to be early... just in time to hit rush hour in the greater Detroit/Ann Arbor/Toledo area. I wouldn't really care, except that I'm not particularly relishing stop and go traffic in a big truck that's hauling a jeep on a trailer. Oh well. Maybe I'll make her drive...
Anyway, once dinner's over, we're moving on to a Motel 6 in Sandusky, Ohio, which is about another hour past Toledo. Sandusky, for those of you who haven't been paying attention, is where the monstrosity on the left lives. Needless to say, I'm absolutely stoked for tomorrow.
I'm also going to be sick if I eat any more Combos (the official cheese filled snack of NASCAR.)
Since the title is a bit more esoteric than I usually indulge in, it's a reference to Easy Rider. That was less for your benefit than mine. A week from now, I wouldn't have got it either.