Well it was super slab all the way today – 622 miles of it in sunny, hot and humid weather from Kansas to this little town just east of Indianapolis. It brought back memories of nine years ago when, on our family trip out west with our travel trailer, we blew the transmission on the van and spent an unexpected day at this town’s local GMC dealer. As I recall, it was hot and humid then, too.
There aren’t as many opportunities to observe interesting things on the interstate, so I don’t have much to relate. Drivers in Kansas City were polite – almost the exact opposite of Miami drivers. St. Louis is big, so there was plenty of traffic and lots of trucks to contend with. I-70 is filled with trucks from end to end.
I went through Effingham, IL today. My dad lived there for a few years starting when he was seven. The stories he told made it sound like a sleepy little town. I could see from the interstate that it isn’t tiny anymore.
I made it around Indianapolis and decided to find a room in Greenfield. I’ve been looking forward to a nice shower after sweating on the hot highway all day. That ought to feel good. I’m 350 miles from home. I’ll be there tomorrow.