Today (Wednesday) was our second consecutive day of pedal to the metal, let’s make up for lost time, driving. (Actually, we drive our rig at 60 mph so it’s more about time than speed.)
Tonight we are camped in Elkhart, Indiana. On the way here we drove by fields of corn and soy prevalent in the farm belt, so you betcha we’re going to have some August sweet corn for dinner! A friend of ours suggested steaks when we hit Nebraska. I don’t know about Beth, but I would like to find a ribeye. I have not had steak in years.
We walked about a mile to and from a local supermarket for our supplies. As was the cast in PA, I am amazed by how few people walk anywhere. The proof that we are a nation of drivers – particularly in rural areas – is everywhere apparent. There’s no sidewalks and most of the drivers look at us like we’re a curiosity.
“Walkers? Oh, my!”
Beth made a good point when she said, “We are going to be hiking uphill in the heat soon, so we need to get some steps in.” Ayup.
While perambulating, I thought of our youngest daughter who is extremely comfortable walking tens of miles. In fact, she is comfortable going against the grain of our culture in lots of ways. She inspires me to challenge myself, to make choices big and small that align with my wants and needs. I love that kid.
Our other daughter’s home was struck by lightning this week. Her home in Florida wasn’t destroyed, but there is some damage. Yikes! I’m glad she and her boyfriend are okay. I can only imagine my mother’s reaction.
“WHAAAAAAT!!! Lightning???”
The next few days for us are one-nighters until we get to Colorado on Sunday. I remember what it was like to cross from fertile farmland to parts of the dry western desert, but I don’t think that will happen until we get to Utah.
The excitement is building. Stay tuned!
