DAY 21 -- MEMORIES
This was the easiest day on the road, so far. We knew we had about 250-275 miles to do, all turnpike, so we didn't set out until after 8 am. Looking at the meager offerings for the Super 8 breakfast, we decided to just get into the truck and drive.
As we traversed the 70 miles of northwestern Ohio, the 150+ miles across Indiana, I was reminded of a game that my brother and I used to play when we were kids crossing this same territory: count the white farmhouses! One of us had the driver side and the other had the passenger side, and we'd count white farmhouses. Well, it kept us busy and not arguing, and looking out the window. (I used to annoy my parents by laying in the back of the station wagon and re-reading a book for the umpteenth time.)
As we passed Elkhart, I took a photo of the Elkhart water tower and immediately sent it to my parents, saying "happy reminiscing". We were among just a few families in the 60s with a travel trailer. Ours was built in Elkhart and, unfortunately, had to go back there on a few occasions to get something fixed. So I knew the service area waiting rooms of the trailer shops, too well, when I was a kid. My mom said later that they laughed when I sent that photo!
One of the service areas along the Indiana Toll Road was selling a really GOOD Chicago map, something I had failed to get from AAA before leaving. So we bought it, and it turned out to be a godsend. The exit we needed to use was closed, and being able to follow what both our GPS and Mapquest had been telling us, on a paper map, was helpful. I also figured that while we were in the south suburban area, I'd be able to use it to go check out childhood haunts, because I've never driven in the area.
My uncle called the entire clan and invited them over in the late afternoon, so they started showing up around 3. Unfortunately, being early summer, not everyone was able to make it. But that evening, I saw three cousins and two cousin-in-laws, with hopes of seeing others while in the area. The weather was quite lovely, until late that night. It decided to give us quite a thunder-and-lightning show.
No pictures this post, sorry! Pat, thanks for the further info about that bird. GLC, that Super 8 was one of 2 motels in the area, and there were 4 truck stops. That was about all that was in the area, and why we decided to eat at the Iron Skillet.