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Rochelle, Illinois

My GPS led me through a web of country roads to get here, and I have to say, the farther south and west you go in Illinois, the more the dense forests and hilly terrain make the trip appealing. Somewhere along the way were jillions of local cars and pickups jammed beside the road for a late afternoon food fight of some kind in town, and the north end of the same town offered a Civil War reenactment this weekend. And we suburbanites think meeting at a sports bar and grille is hot stuff. Whoop-de-do.

Not sure how long I’ll be here: the showers and laundry at this Petro truck stop have a certain appeal. It might be exciting when the time comes to head for the Chain-O-Lakes State Park, since unlike last year at this time, not very many sites remain unreserved, and the unreserved sites always tend to be a challenge to use – which is why they remain open. I’m winging it this year, but who wants to camp on a pronounced slope where even 4WD won’t get you out if it rains? Adventure!

Oh, Peoria!

Jefferson City is the Capital of Missouri, and I was able to capture this shot through the windshield as I improvised getting back on US 54 despite two closed entrances, being a tourist against my will. This being a Saturday, the place and the streets were deserted.

Jefferson City is the Capital of Missouri, and I was able to capture this shot through the windshield as I improvised getting back on US 54 despite two closed entrances, being a tourist against my will. This being a Saturday, the place and the streets were deserted.

Missouri, as it approaches Illinois, transitions to cornfields. The highways still wander interestingly about, and one town along the way, Rushville, still had its original town square in full operation. Using the GPS for scurrying along highways got trickier further on, since regardless of how it’s set, it still has its own agenda. Like when following Route 66, intermediate towns had to be keyed in to ensure that I’d be where I wanted to be along The Path. Long bridges crossed the Missouri River, the Mighty Mississip’, and the Illinois River along the way. Twice now, my GPS, an old Garmin Nuvi, has spontaneously registered me as off in a field somewhere, directing me to Read more…

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