So Many Trucks

This is not going to be long.  We didn’t do much but drive.  And drive.  And drive.  We sorta planned on this, finishing up at Sherry’s and then coming home with very few stops.  Not my preferred mode of travel.  For one thing, it requires travel on the Interstates.  The one redeeming factor about the interstates is that it usually is the fastest way to get from point A to point B.  But that’s about it.  Other than that, the driving is usually quite boring, the speed limits are crazy fast, and there are so many trucks.  Interstate 30 between Little Rock and Memphis was terrible.  I normally feel like I’m in a large vehicle.  Here I felt like an ant, sometimes boxed in on all sides by semis in a hurry.

But we are not in slow-travel mode, so the interstates it is.  Yuck.

So it was Interstate 30.  Then Interstate 55.  Then Interstate 57.  Tomorrow it’s Interstate 70 to Indianapolis, then it’s on US-31, finally off the interstates.

408 miles covered today, just under 4000 miles total.  And the loop is coming closer to completion.  We stopped for the night at a Cracker Barrel in Mt. Vernon, Illinois.

The route and these stops are very much unplanned, in-the-moment.  It usually involves my saying how much longer I can last since I do all the driving, and then Deb looking on the map and the iPad for a place to park overnight.  It usually works pretty well.  I guess one other advantage of the interstates is that there are usually boondocker-friendly places near major cities on the Interstates.  Cracker Barrel.  Bass Pro Shops.  Cabelas.  And in a pinch, rest areas.  And if we’re really hard-up, Walmart.