Day 2 - 23 June, 2012 London, OH to
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Saturday morning dawned clear and
bright. The noise and cacophony that greeted our
arrival at the truck stop was muted, as much by distance
as anything else. I wandered into the Pilot Store for
post cards, and picked up Arby's breakfast sandwiches
for us all. Hal was playing with his test light on some
electrical component that has now slipped my memory, and
blew out the light bulb on it. This was unknown to him
until he touched the probe to a hot wire and because he
saw no light, assumed the circuit was dead. It was not,
and luckily, neither was he, although it did take a few
hours for him to stop glowing. We thought perhaps
the refrigerator onboard was acting up but tests proved
that it was working just fine. I called Pilot again but
was not able to get them to see the light. We finally
got it worked out, but not until I was able to call my
email provider, have them reset my password after
calling ME back to verify my identity, and then logging
into my web-based email on Hal's laptop to see the email
I'd just gotten from Pilot. They authorized the card.
I took a few pictures around the spot, enjoying the
clear, golden morning light of Ohio farm country. Once
on the road, Indiana beckoned about 90 miles west of us.
The road was clear, very little traffic, we passed
by Springfield and Dayton with no measurable excitement.
The geography had flattened out considerably from
yesterday's up and down travel, so while not exciting,
it was easy on the gas. I'm sorry that Ohio was not more
memorable, but that's the way it is. |
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I-70 in
Ohio |
Our first border crossing of the day
into Indiana
was encountered after about an hour and a half on the
road. We kept an eye out for the Welcome Center. |
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It was only a few miles down the
road. There were half a dozen semi's and a few
cars, and so I pulled in and Hal and Melissa went in to
check it out. We collected brochures and maps, as usual.
There was a "Welcome to Indiana" photo display of the
governor and his lieutenant, and I was struck by the
mirror image of Hal & Melissa looking at it. I
took the time to wash the windshield, as the bugs were
starting to become more numerous, and more desperate in
their attempts to flatten themselves on the glass.
We couldn't use the wipers since I'd never gotten the
washer fluid mechanism to work quite correctly, and
without some liquid to wash them away, I only spread
insect entrails all over the front. Soon enough,
we were back on the road, headed towards Indianapolis
and our next interstate junction. |
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By mid morning, we were nearing
Indianapolis. We ran into some construction around town,
but it wasn't too bad - the traffic volume was, to me,
remarkably light for 10:30 on a nice Saturday in the
summer. The bypass loop around Indianapolis was having
some lanes added to it. It almost seemed that six full
lanes was overkill, but perhaps around Indy 500 time, it
might be barely adequate. The weather was still good,
nice and clear, although it seemed the breeze was
picking up. We picked up I-74, headed northwest
towards Illinois - Danville, home of the Van Dyke
brothers, Champaign, Bloomington, Peoria, and points
west. The topography was still uneventful, just the
occasional small valley with a creek at the bottom.
Somewhere along here we crossed over the Wabash River. |
Indianapolis, catching I-74 and heading
Northwest |
I-74, somewhere between Indianapolis and
the Mississippi River |
Somehow, we missed the Illinois
Welcome Center. I'm not sure they even have one. The
road was flat, straight, and somewhat boring. As we
drove deeper and deeper into real farm country, the
local seed merchants and grain elevators became more
common. Between Champaign and Bloomington, we saw our
first wind farm. On my last cross country trip, back in
the mid 80s, there were of course none of these giant
mills catching the breeze coming down from Canada and
turning it into electricity. Now, they seem to be fairly
common all across the Midwest. We saw them all the way
to Utah. It seemed that many of the machines were
not yet in operation. They sprouted out of
the corn fields like gargantuan, arm-waving scarecrows.
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Wind Farm, Bloomington Indiana |
We bypassed around Peoria, crossing
the Illinois River. The highway department was
resurfacing one bridge, so we bobbed and weaved over to
the east bound lanes to cross the river. As we
drove on through the heartland, Hal told us all about
GMO corn, steel recycling, and motorcycle handlebar
laws. It seems that handlebars reaching higher than the
drivers shoulder blades are illegal. Somewhere. We saw
dozens of flagrant examples of law breaking on the road.
At Galesburg, we made a sharp right turn, and headed
directly north to the "Quad Cities" area - Davenport,
Moline, Rock Island, and East Moline, all straddling the
mighty Mississippi, and our connection to Interstate 80,
which we'd follow the rest of the way west. We picked up
an hour crossing into Central time here as well. The sky
clouded up and we went from a nice, bright sunny day to
a rather overcast and threatening sky, but the
temperature stayed warm - mid 80s at least, with a hot
breeze as well. |
Crossing the Illinois River at Peoria |
I remember little about the distance
from Peoria to the Quad Cities and the Mississippi
crossing. When we crossed the river, the sky was
clouding over completely, and I was driving, so Melissa
took this picture. Any faults are mine for the poor
stability control. |
Crossing the Mississippi, Rock
Island/Moline/Davenport |
We crossed into Iowa about 3PM. and
our next destination was the famous "I-80 Truck Stop",
self-billed as the largest truck stop in the world.
If you've never been to a big truck stop out west,
you've missed an interesting part of Americana. Yeah, we
have the occasional Pilot or Flying J kind of place here
in the East, but out west, there's room to roam, and the
places are huge in comparison. Usually, their
prices are higher than a 'regular' gas 'n' go place,
but these big places have an entertainment value it's
hard to put a price on. This place
has everything from an on-site chiropractor to a huge
truck-oriented chrome plated gift shop. Need a new
400-gallon diesel tank? How about 6000 reflective
running lights? An air horn that plays "Never on
Sunday", "La Cucaracha" or any of 20 other tunes? Yep,
we got 'em... The place is only about 20 miles
into Iowa, so we followed the signs, and soon enough,
there we were. The skies were leaden and grey,
threatening rain but I don't remember any falling. We
went in and wandered round the place, Melissa bought
souvenirs for the kids and all back home, postcards and
the like. You can be sure a place is big if they have
three full-size, 60-foot long tractor trailers parked
inside, in the aisles!! It was too early
for dinner so we passed on the restaurant, Dairy Queen,
Wendys and other assorted places to load up on carbs and
fat. I took some pictures in the chrome shop and out in
the lot Hal and M posed for a shot. |
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We headed west to Des Moines.
The road was as predicted, flat and featureless. Corn,
wheat, soybeans, wind turbines, and, interestingly, the
odd oil derrick. The price per barrel being what
it was, it was now worthwhile to pump even ten or twenty
barrels a day out of the sandstone and Jurassic shale
lying underneath much of the midwest. It was not
good picture taking weather, and there wasn't all that
much difference mile to mile, so I don't have a lot of
evidence of the trip here. We stopped on the outskirts
of Des Moines about 6PM for dinner, and had a very nice
time confusing the poor young counter clerk at a
Church's Fried Chicken joint. Hal has a talent for
completely clouding the mind of anyone trying to take
his order at a restaurant. Nevertheless, it was a
decent meal, and we relaxed a bit in the parking lot of
the place. The air was clearing, and it
appeared that the threat of rain had passed. |
I-80 in Iowa |
We had no particular destination in
mind for our overnight. My goal for the day was Des
Moines, so I felt any mile west of it was a bonus for
our schedule. Due to the time change, we'd picked
up an hour, as noted, and apart from the hour or so at
the truck stop, and the hour for dinner, we'd been
rolling along at a good clip. It got dark after a
while, and we pulled into a rest stop along I-80. We had
been told that overnight parking was allowed in Iowa -
some states prohibit it, for safety reasons, but
evidently Iowa had patrols that wandered through the
places on a regular basis all night, keeping the
brigands at bay. The one we pulled into had two or
three long lanes at which about a dozen or so trucks
were parked for the night. I got out and took some artsy
shots of the place, and even got one or two of those
"car brake lights" long exposures of the traffic on I-80
passing by. We got settled in, but after a few minutes
we realized an important point - the noise here was just
as bad as at the Pilot the preceeding night. Diesel
trucks, especially reefers, tend to run their engines
24x7 for purposes of cooling, heating, and generating
electricity for the drivers TVs, computers, microwaves,
and satellite dishes. We knew it was too
nerve-wracking to stay there for the night. So, we
got back on the road around 9 PM. |
I-80 Rest Area, too loud for comfort |
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I checked the maps and
guidebooks, and found the nearest Walmart about 45 miles
further west, in Atlantic. We headed there.
Following our GPS, we found the exit, and headed off
into the Iowa darkness. The place was about 6 miles from
the Interstate, and one doesn't know true darkness until
one is about four miles down a narrow, unlit, Iowa
county road at 10pm on a Saturday night. We
finally found the little burb, and of course, the lights
of the Walmart were a welcome sight. We parked out
at the edge of the parking lot and shut down for the
night. We thought.
There's not much to do in
Atlantic, Iowa on a Saturday night. One diversion that
the local 'youths' have developed is driving up to a
parked and sleeping RV in the Walmart parking lot
around midnight and, creeping up slowly, banging the
hell out of the side of the RV right below the bedroom
window. Melissa and I shot up and heard the kids
giggling and running back to their car. She and Hal and
I ran out and confronted them, and oddly enough they
professed total innocence. They must have
really thought we were stupid, as theirs was the only
car within about 60 feet. In any case, we gave
them a piece of our minds, and as we went around the RV
to go back in side, we spied a police car making the
rounds to we flagged it down. The officer said he
more or less knew what was going on, and, in true
Mayberry RFD style, said he knew their parents and that
he'd make sure they got a proper comeuppance. The
rest of the night passed in with only minor
interruptions, as the local drag races were scheduled
outside next to us at 2 AM, 3AM, 4AM and 5AM. The sun
came up at 5:05AM.
Day 2 - 717 miles! |
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Day 3 |
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