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I forgot to talk about the time MW and I got off the highway, sometime after entering Arizona but before getting to Holbrook. The reason we did this is because out Rout 66 guide (did I forget to mention we rejoined Route 66 a little bit before Gallup?) advised us to go out in Arizona at night and look at the stars. I think I saw a little bit of my soul, as it happens.

The next day was the Most Amazing Day of the Epic Drive. It started with us getting up and backtracking eighteen miles to the entrance of the Petrified Forest national park. This is a bit of a misnomer, because as the little entrance museum video showed, it is in fact a petrified swamp. Still. Fossils! Also in the park is the Painted Desert, called such because the minerals in the rock layers make it look, well, painted, and an old pueblo, where in times of yore the native people made their home.

( Follow the Cut to Pictures! )

Then we skedaddled via I-40, mostly ignoring the guidebook. Except for that one time it told us to get off the road and go for a little ride. The GPS unit promptly routed us onto roads that were not there, except for ruts in the road, mostly overgrown.

( And Then This Happened )

Then we drove some more, until a sign said to get off the road and go six miles that way. There is, basically, a big hole in the ground.

( BIG Hole in the Ground )

Yes, you could fit several football fields in there, or an Eiffel Tower. The point is that it's a place where, fifty thousand years ago or thereabouts, a space rock came hurtling out of the sky and left a big hole. It is called Meteor Crater (imaginative, I know) and it is one of the first places where, thanks to the lack of erosion, scientists were able to prove that it's an impact site and not, say, a dead volcano. They did this by looking at rocks under microscopes and stuff. It's kind of cool, even if it is not so much to look at.

Then MW and I drove and drove. We went through Flagstaff, which is in the mountains and was thus all snow-covered. We went through an eye-searingly bright sunset, and then drove through all kinds of bingleys and neons and arrived in . . . Las Vegas! Panda was waiting there for us. We went to dinner at one of their famous buffets, and everything.

Now I have some things to write and also things to do IRL, so don't worry if I vanish for a couple of days. Epic Drive is not quite done, so I will return, to finish it.

I owe you five days. Here we go.

Route 66 Day 9:

The day after The Worst Fourth of July ever, MW decided that I was absolutely right and we ought to be heading home. So we drove home-ish. In the homeward direction, at least. To a point.

This is to say, we took interstates from Albuquerque to Elk City, a place in Oklahoma. This time we crossed the whole bloody state or Texas in three hours, stopping only once to eat.

Texans do not get the idea of sushi. That's all I'ma say on the subject.

Then Oklahoma once again proved its awesome by having good drivers and cooling off that night. Granted, the cooler air meant rain, but I can put up with rain for some of the most spectacular rainbows I've ever seen. I am a member of a religion that has a prayer for everything, which means there is a prayer for when you see the rainbow. I didn't say it, because I don't believe in God. But if there were ever a time to believe, that would be it.

Yeah, not much happened this day.

Route 66 Day 10:

Drove along to Oklahoma City. I told you about this one already, not doing it again. An interesting Thing, though. We ate lunch at the Rock Cafe (not to be confused with the Hard Rock Cafe) and spent the entire meal argueing with the waited about the fact that we, as JEws, do not believe in Jesus. Very enlightening, in a redneck kinda way.

Drove along that stretch of Route 66 between Oklahoma City and Joplin, MO that we missed to go see Emmy. Got lost. Got unlost. Got lost. Got unlost. Got lost, this time because we could not drive through the small Kansas town on Baxter Springs, seeing as most of it was under fifteen feet of water. Im told the flooding is going down. I hope so . . . : /

Got lost again. MW told me an interesting story about drive-in theaters, seeing as we passed one. When we got unlost, MW (who hadn't seen a speed limit sign in half an hour) was stopped for going 55 mph. In a 35 mph zone. And we totally got off the hook because the town, Galena, relies on Route 66 travelers and so because we were there was no issue. He even gave us directions to our hotel :)

Stopped at a Wal-to-Wall-Mart for foods. They were not good, but they were cheap and filling.

At the end of the day, MW pointed out that this was the first rainless day of our trip.

...

Which says something, I think.

Route 66 Day 11:

Saturday. That is all.

Route 66 Day 12:

This was another sky-moistureless day. Driving started around 11 AM, and headed pretty much straight from Joplin to St. Louis. Only we stopped eight miles out of St. Louis to go to Six Flags. We arrived at 3PM. This, as it turned out, was a good thing, because while it was HOT, the lines were Short. The max wait time was a twenty-minute wait for Mr. Freeze. I went on the Batman six times without unstrapping. Good times.

My reviews:

Batman the ride-a solid, steel-track, feet-hanging coaster. Ride as far back as you can to catch the Gs.

Ninja-Don't ride it, it's a waste of your time.

Screamin' Eagle-pretty good, but I generally don't like wooden-track coasters. You can't do nearly as many fun things with them and they're not as smooth a ride.

Xcalibur-pretty tame. Not that you shouldn't ride it, and one girl who went before me threw up, but I didn't honestly see why.

Mr. Freeze-massive quantities of ridiculously high-speed fun. Also, the line is air-conditioned.

In addition, I kicked MW in bumper cars and we shared Ice Cream. 'Twas fun. Hot, but fun.

The we retreated to showers bed. This was in a Fenton. I say a Fenton because I know of at least one other Fenton-town. I want every bad joke you can give me along the lines of "

tanarill slept in a Fenton." Go!

Route 66 Day 13:

The third and final nonwet day. MW and I took off from Fenton at about 11 AM, ended at a little Indian restaurant about half an hour later. What followed was an hour of some of the best damned food I've ever had. By the end, what was occurring was like this: "I am so stuffed it hurts. [takes another bite] Pass the rice pudding."

Yeah.

Then we drove East, to Indianapolis. I slept through most of this. I took over driving just before we hit the city, and spent my first hour driving the orbital. Indiana drivers are not quite as good an Oklahoma drivers, so we ended up driving less than the speed limit, but we moved the entire time. Through rush hour traffic.

For the next four hours, we listened to Music. The song that must needs be heard is called Violets of Dawn. Go. Listen. Love.

While listening to this and other Music, we took I-69 North from Indianapolis. I mention this only because it is I-69. We crossed over into Michigan around 9 PM, and reached home at 10ish.

Home!

I was tackleglomped by my brother. This is actually a spine-crackingly painful thing. Then we presented Presents. Then Father went to bed, MW went with him, and JJ remained to watch TV. I returned to the intarwebs.

Sorry for annoying you last night, lacha.

And I should really see about uploading piccus, but that involves me upgrading to Free Plus, and I am still pissed at LJ for 2007 Slashthrough.

Also, I need a "WTF?" icon. For when I am going WTF?

Alright, back to porn [grins]

Route 66 Day 8:

Started far too early. I woke up the first time at 5ish when the birds started to tweet, and rolled over. I got up again at 5.30ish because the mattress was deflating and also the tent walls were wet. This is a design flaw in the tent, and requires an even nighttime temperature of 98F to avoid. Managed to doze for a bit. Got up the third and final time at 6ish, when no less than six dogs in the camp started having a barking competition.

This is why I Do Not Camp.

Anyway, after MW and I crawled around each other for a bit, we managed to get on new clean clothing. I announced that I'd like to go home now, thanks. MW wibbled at me, and like the soft-hearted FREAK that I am, I gave in. This was a Mistake. Then we rock-paper-scissor'd for first driver. I won, which means I got to sleep through the rest of that bloody state. Yesterday's post was from a breakfast stop in New Mexico.

New Mexico has one thing, and one thing only, up on Texas: the speed limit is higher.

So we drove along I-40 east for a while, and then picked up a road that goes North for a 200-something mile detour through Las Vegas (no, not the fun one) and Santa Fe. Las Vegas was forgettable.

Santa Fe was built by someone who knows a lot about beauty and the pedestrian mindset and marketing but very little about navigation. Or, in other words: it's a beautiful town and if you don't know how to get through it you WILL be lost for two hours while driving through entire neighborhoods consisting solely of artsy little shops. While pedestrians, who know quite well that there are no such things as street lights in this town, J-walk and you have to swerve like the shits to avoid them.

No, I don't like Santa Fe. How did you guess?

Then we went south, following I-25 some of the time and actual bits of Route 66 into Albuquerque. On the way, we got Lost again, and ended up on a reservation.

Someone, quite a lot of someones, most of whom have either been dead for at least a hundred years or are in a Church, need to pay for that. Preferably with several extremely painful but not-immediately-fatal shots and several billion dollars, up front, in cash.

Albuquerque sucked, and not just because it rained. There was no WiFi and Albuquerque was built in a big drain. I'm sure it was built there because water collects, but it's still a drain. Also, eight hours after I said, "Let's go home," MW processed it and decided that it was going home time. A day of my life wasted traveling when we should have been lazing around a hotel with WiFi or at the very least driving home.

So, yeah. Worst. Fourth of July. Ever.

I'll tell you about Today on Tomorrow.

Needs a large dose of Reality.

Route 66 Day 7:

So we started out along I-40 West because I-40 was built right over the Route most of the way through Texas. Almost as soon as we exited Oklahoma, the land got Flat. This is not flat like Michigan or Illinois or Kansas. This is Flat with a capitol F. A person standing here can see the twelve miles to the horizon, and if there were no horizon he'd be able to see forever.

So what to Texans do with all this Flat land? They raise a few crops, mostly Corn, and Beef. Lots of beef. At one point we passed what I sincerely hope was a shipping depot and not a slaughterhouse, and there were at least 1,000 head of cattle there. Lots and lots of Beef.

Amarillo was another of these nice cities built with a grid, so we didn't get Lost. We had Mexican food for lunch, but it did not make me sick. Then, instead of continuing on through the state like sensible people, we drove South along I-27 and then East a little to Palo Duro Canyon. It's . . . basically, its a big drainage ditch. A BIG drainage ditch. There wasn't much water there, but it is far greener than the surrounding land.

We went for a horseback ride. My body does not thank me for this.

Lat night, we camped. I remembered why I hate camping.

We got up ungodlyearly o'clock today and got the Hell out of Texas. Because.

Texas needs a large dose of reality. I'm sure it does not apply to all of them, but the ones we met were living in their own little word that has very little connection to Reality. Someone, probably lacha since she's sensible like that, needs to give the whole state a slap upside the head and a lesson in Common Sense.

That was Texas. Now we are in New Mexico, where people seem to have all the common sense that Texans lack. We'll see.

For not uploading piccus. You know the Device? The one that was lost in a box at home somewhere? Yeah, that. It was in the CameraBag the entire time, and I just noticed it today. Because I had to change the battery today, and while looking through all fifty bajillion pockets I found the Device. So I should upload the pictures, only I am Far Too Lazy.

Anyway.

Route 66, Day 6:

I'll tell you about the drivers in a minute.

We went south from Wichita on I-35, and picked up the Route in Oklahoma City. Oklahoma City is niiiiiiice. If there were chemist jobs there, I might thin about living there, but for the uncomfortable goddamned heat. Srsly, how do they do it?

But they have an awesome downtown, their 'poor district' is so clean you could eat of the street, and everything is in grids, so it is literally impossible to get lost. Also, they are friendly.

I'll tell you about the drivers in a minute.

We went West from Oklahoma city, along SR66, which is what they conveniently labeled the State Route that runs along Route 66. Because they are, in addition to being nice, helpful and sensible. The soil turned red shortly thereafter. There lots of cows, and we eventually encountered original road. It is pink because of the soil. The country is beautiful. I will have to upload piccus soon.

There were also a lot of Cows. Because this state grows Cows.

I'll tell you about the drivers in a minute.

There are also windmills, which were windmilling and producing power. I took a picture of one. In real life, they're bloody huge. They don't look that big in the pictures, really, and I don't even know how to give some sense of scale. Just. Ginormous.

Anyway, we stopped in a little town named Sayne, pronounced 'sane,' which is what this state is. Or maybe insane but in a good way. During the Depression they had a bandit who acted as a modern day Robin Hood, stealing from the rich and distributing thousand-dollar bills to the poor. When he was finally gunned down, 20,000 people showed for his funeral. See what I mean?

Oh, and the rain finally stopped. Kinda. We hit isolated showers, but nothing like yesterday.

Now, about the drivers. Like everyone else in this state, they are nice and polite. If you turn on a turn signal, ones behind you will back off, ones ahead of you will speed up, and everyone makes room for you. If you are coming up behind someone in the left lane and want to pass, they will move over to the right lane so you can, and hit the brakes while you do so the pass can be completed faster. If there's a sign like "Roadwork 1/2 mile - Left Lane Closed" they will get over to the right and by the time you hit the actual construction, traffic will be moving at 60. IF they have a fault, it's that they obey the speed limit, and even this is a problem because they cooperate and traffic almost always moves exactly at the posted limit, no faster but never at all slower. These are the kind of drivers that everywhere needs to have, but doesn't.

I like this state. It is, as Archimedes would say, "solid ground." If he'd wanted somewhere to stand, he could have done no better than Oklahoma.

Tomorrow, we face Texas. :P

Physically:

She will tell you that she's short, and she is. I mean, probably not as short as lacha, but shorter than me and I don't top 5'2" and never will. She will not tell you that she's built like a beanstalk and has a figure I wish I have but don't. This is probably to make me feel better about myself. Her hair fails to frizz, which is something I'd appreciate my vast quantities of hair not doing, especially in humidity like this. We both wear glasses.

The Meeting:

I called when MW and I had just passed a sign that said "Wichita 12" and got to the theater first. MW decided that it would be a while and called a friend of her's named Sharon. This summoned Emmy, obviously, and it took me about three seconds to spot, grab, and hug her.

We were both kind of nervous what to say (or at least I was) but our mothers did not have that problem. Emmy's mom (EM) and MW shook hands, we started talking about restaurants and Kosher, she turned out to have grown up in an Orthodox neighborhood in Jersey . . . [cues it's a small world after all] they like each other. They talked all the way to the restaurant. They own a VW bug [wants]

We went to Panera, where I got a salmon salad (good but not excellent) and MW got a portabella mushroom sandwich because the last time we went to Panera I got that and she ate my entire sandwich -_-. Emmy had chicken noodle soup, which tells you something. I'm not sure what. Possible that she's insane, because it's 80 degrees out and the girl is drinking hot soup. But we knew that already.

We started porns with our mothers not three feet away, giggling madly the entire time, and I think that kind of broke the ice. Then we talked about what terrible people we are for starting porns while our mothers aren't even three feet away, talking about the difficulties of children. This is because the mad giggling was loud.

Then we saw Ratatouille. I'll eave it to Emmy for the detailed review.

And then we took piccus, to provide photo evidence. Like everything else, they get uploaded when the device appears.

I would have loved to have stayed over at Emmy's (sleepover!) but their house is full of people. Emmy has lots of siblings and she is an aunt, and all of them mob her house regularly. They're all there now, which restricts the number of beds. Besides which, I need sleep and I'm quite sure that no sleep would occur with Emmy and me in the same house as all her mangas. Which she has. Yes. >.> <.<

So instead I am in a Hotel. With WiFi :)

BUT THAT WAS SO MUCH FUN HOMG!!!

Emmy gets a post all to herself. See above.

Route 66 Day 5:

It rained. No, I'm serious. It rained. We were planning to drive US400 across Kansas . . . which didn't happen because most of it is currently underwater. I understand that some rain is nice, but. At some point, it gets ridiculous. When half the state is flooded? Ridiculous!

Also, it is hot here. Emmy says that 80 is cool for this season, to which I must ask, "What did people do before AC?"

. . . yeah. So. We started driving around 8.15, in the rain, and spent an hour trying to get out of Springfield. This is due to our alarming tendency to get lost. In the end, we stopped at a Kum-and-Go gas station (no, I do not make this up!) and the gay guy who worked there told us where Route 66 was. We left. I hope never to return to that place.

We went through some nice towns on the way to Joplin. They'd have been nicer but for two facts: it was Sunday morning in the Bible belt and so nothing was open; and it was raining. However, the rain did not dim the enthusiasm of the Route 66 store owners that we visited, who gave us very good instructions (much better Route 66 Book's) that got us through Joplin to US171.

US171 went north and west until it crossed with US400, which we also got on. From there we had problems. The main problem was the rain, or rather, the largish amounts of water which put a damper on the mood. Where 'put a damper' means 'overflowed it's banks and flooded the next field over.' There was a lot of unhappy, underwater corn. We ended up driving north and then west and then south again to go around the flooding and get into Wichita. We saw a lot of cows. They were getting rained on, too.

But the sun was shining at the movie theater, which was a good omen, and I had no trouble meeting up with Emmy. The post/thread of silliness below? The first sixteen replies were written sitting right next to each other the entire time, with our mothers on the other side of the table, swapping life stories. I kept making Emmy crack up, which made me crack up, which made her crack up . . . our mothers hit it off, which is Good. Now MW approves of Emmy, and I think Emmy's mother approves of Chat more [crosses fingers].

We saw Ratatouille. It was cute and funny and fluffy. I liked it. Not as much as, say, PoTC3, but I liked it. My brother would love it. Also saw an ad for a movie about a fairytale princess in the real world, which looked funny . . .

Then we took photos, which will be posted eventually. If we find the device for turning camera card datas into internet datas. Something. But there is photographic evidence, whee.

Now I am in a hotel. Tomorrow, we see if driving south to Oklahoma City is a viable option and how to do it if it is. Huzzah!

All in all, despite the continued rain, today was made of WINCAKE and AWESOME SAUCE. Yes.

This is Scribe being giggly and making a post on Tan's journal.

MWahahahahaha! I owns all!

Because a Springfield in Illinois and a Springfield in Ohio aren't enough, obviously.

Route 66 Day 3:

Yesterday we didn't even start driving until noon, so . . . not much distance. I did, however, get lots of sleep. That made up for it.

Right at the beginning, we failed to go to Six Flags, which we would have done except that it was raining. So we drove through really very beautiful country instead. You never realize how bloody huge America is until you drive it like this . . .

We had lunch in yet another small town, at a third-generation family restaurant. Why people insist on adding pickle relish and eggs to tuna, I do not know. The tea was mediocre at best. The pie was superb. At train that was at least 45 cars long went by right while we were eating. Then we started driving again.

We stopped to visit the Meramec Caverns about 2 PM. They are aggressively advertised from halfway through Illinois, and they weren't even very spectacular caves. But they were pretty, had both stalactites and stalagmites, including an absolutely huge one that's been there for 30 million years at least. The lighting, which was in bright neon colors, helped. I got dripped on. T-shirts were purchase for my father and JJ. Driving was resumed at 4.15 PM.

Then we drove around on more backroads. We did try to buy some grapes, but it appears that they were frosted dead this year and it's too early in any case. So no grapes.

The last hour was spent on I-44 at 80, because we had to get to Springfield. MW purchased some foods for today, then we went out for Thai and got leftovers also. Back at the hotel. Got online. MW calls the intarwebs my security blanket. I rather think she's right, so you are all made aware of this fact.

Today, I took a shower. That's my sole accomplishment so far.

Tomorrow, I meets Emmy!

Although I can name some people who need to . . . ANYway

Route 66 Day 2:

Today, it rained. That was what happened. Rain. We drove in the rain, stopped for the best damned maple syrup ever in the rain, stopped at Dixie Truck Stop which is a museum to the relabeling of the old route in the rain, drove some more, went through this town that has a Paul Bunyan lumberjack statue holding a giant hot dog (will think perverted thoughts, will think perverted thoughts) in the rain. It rained particularly heavily through a town named Lincoln, somewhat North of Springfield, Illinios. It briefly stopped in a place called Litchfield, and that lasted over the bridge to St. Louis. Then it started raining again, and rained all through getting lost in St. Louis. It was drizzling when we stopped for ice cream/dinner. Then it poured again as we drove to Fenton. I’m in a motel six, and there’s more rain on the way . . .

Driving started at a time that was actually 9:35, but my computer is still on Eastern -_-;;

It took us maybe an hour to get to Funk’s Grove. Funk is a family name. They make maple syrup. MW had an umbrella. This is the umbrella that I didn’t buy last year in Scotland. So she took out the umbrella, and I got soaked. We got delicious samples, bought a pint, and talked to a Funk who knew every stop from there to Lincoln by memory.

Dixie Truck Stop was . . . a truck stop. It had lots of really kitschy gifts. But Route 66 Book recommended the pie. It wasn’t really good pie, either. The museum was good, though.

The giant Paul Bunyan. If you haven’t read it yet, read Dr. McNinja. Also, he had a giant wiener. [snerk]

Lincoln, the only town named for President Lincoln during his lifetime. I think that’s its only distinction. We got lost again. We got unlost again. I made the point that while I love him, my father could not have done this. Period. All the getting lost and unlost we do (I don’t mention it all, but we did at least 30 miles today that’s not on the route) would drive him nuts.

For lunch, there was a restaurant called Ariston after the Greek word aristos, superior. The food there really wasn’t, but it was expensive. The lemon-cream pie we shared for dessert, however, was superb.

Then we went to cross the Mississippi River into Missouri. But first, we had to visit the original bridge. It’s old. We walked out over the river. Remember, it had been raining all day, and there was another storm coming in from the East. Also, it was eighty. The bridge was at least two miles long, even considering that we only walked half way and then came back. There was, for some odd reason, a bike rack as the dividing thing for the states there, so I took a picture. Then we went around and I took pictures of the bridge and some random fishing people.

We took I-270 over the Mississippi, and got lost in St. Louis. We didn’t do the Arch and all that stuff because three years ago, we drove the Mississippi from where the Missouri tributaries into it all the way to Memphis, and we did that last time. Eventually, we unlost ourselves, right across the street from a ice cream place that Route 66 Book recommended, so we went there for dinner. Yes, dinner was ice cream. Envy me.

Now we are just outside of St. Louis, in a hotel without WiFi, so I’m writing this to post for whenever I can. Tomorrow, we hope to get across Missouri, right about Kansas. The first town we’re going to pass through is called Fenton . . . just a Thing I though would be of interest to you ladies.

Emmy, MW says we’re coming over on the way back. I don’t know. We can’t make Wichita tomorrow at this rate anyway, but you can call and let me know if you’d prefer Sunday, since we won’t be driving on Saturday, or next week . . . if I don’t answer, leave a message. I don’t talk and drive at the same time, and if I let MW pick you up she’ll try and drill you for info. I’ll call back when we next switch drivers, no more than two hours since that’s how often we switch.

Last thing, gas where we are is around $2.80 per gallon. I’d be happy, but the Vehicle’s tank is only 16 gallons, dinky, and we aren’t getting very far. We had to refill twice yesterday and once today, about noon. This is typical.

Now, sleep.

Route 66 Day 1:

Got up at 7:20 AM. For those of you unfamiliar with my normal sleep patterns, this means that I got about six hours of sleep. I am unusual in that I can't function with less than seven, instead of on the four everyone else seems to manage. Eight hours is my minimum goal . . . yeah.

So, six hours of sleep. Then I spent the next two hours packing the Vehicle and trying to get my mother, henceforth to be called MW, out of the house. We got going around nine, but we were in separate cars because my father's Pacifica needs to be repainted all the way down one side (somebody keyed it) and we dropped it off along the way. Then we took Telegraph, a road that goes all the way to Toledo, south until it hit I-94.

The next four hours were spent on I-94, at 75 mph. I-94 goes East-West across the state of Michigan, curves around through Indiana under Lake Michigan, and then goes north to Chicago. It does keep going North and West all the way through Montana, but we weren't interested in that.

Anyway, we stopped at the Tabor Hill winery, a place that to me epitomizes the smells of wine: cork and hundred-year-old-wood and a sweet, fruity smell that's the wine itself. I am, however, only eighteen and they are a good winery so I got sparkling raspberry juice. I do not like raspberries.

Then we went for lunch at this little diner in the middle of nowhere. Practically the instant we got back on the highway, the speed dropped to 55 mph, which it has not exceeded since. Indiana - 55. Illinois - 55 on a good road with no cars on it. More normally, especially in Chicago, 2. I have been driving 10 to 15 mph faster, mostly due to Shutup, the Po-Po detector.

We got lost in Chicago, hit IIT (where my father earned his degree), kept being lost until we hit the North branch of the Chicago River, turned around, got unlost, and eventually found the beginning of Route 66. We took pictures, but as we don't have the convert-from-camera-to-computer device along, I can't put them up. Then we started following the route, according to the Route 66 Book and some handy brown signs put up by somebody all along the old route.

The next bit of the trip occurred along secondary an even tertiary streets. Joliet Road in particular is noteworthy because:

We stopped for gas at the place where Joliet dead-ends onto another road, and then it was fifteen minutes before we got fast enough for the Vehicle's automatic door locks to lock. And in the next fifteen minutes, we didn't go below 40 mph once. It still felt like we were crawling.

The other interesting this about Joliet (the town, not the road) is that there's a state penitentiary right outside of town. We passed it on the way in.

. . .

Dinner was Mexican. The enchiladas were too salty, but the guacamole was good.

Then we pushed on to Bloomington, through a lot of little towns which had names like Dwight. As we drove, it got dark out, and there were fireflies. There aren't a lot of fireflies in the part of Michigan I live in, so it made me happy. Then the aftereffects of dinner hit me, and I spent an hour driving with a fever.

We made Bloomington at about 9:30 PM, and this is on Central Time (with Emmy!) when we started the day on Eastern. On six hours of sleep. MW took a shower, but I stripped and collapsed, quite literally, into bed. I did not wake up when the alarm went off.

Anyway, that was Day 1. Now it is 10:30 AM and we should get driving. Hopefully, with eight hours of sleep and stopping earlier tonight, I will be on later. But don't hold your breath.

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