Nothing too important to report until about 20 minutes from the hotel. I was zooming along Route 80 with everyone else when all of a sudden the cars/trucks in front of me came to a complete stop. I stopped in time, but I did steer a bit onto the shoulder. There we sat, not moving.
I tapped my brake light a few times to get the attention of the cars zooming up behind me. That's something I learned when I was in high school from the father of the kids I was babysitting and all these years later I still think of him when I do it.
I could see that whatever happened was about 100 yards ahead -- no cops, no ambulances... after a few minutes, the lane started moving and it turned out the accident had just happened, literally minutes previously -- no first responders on the scene. The cars/van that were stopped in the middle of the highway didn't look like they had been in an accident and then I saw a young man lying on his back with a crowd of people around him. Kept driving slowly along in a single lane and then I saw a very disturbing sight: an overturned motorcycle, still turned on, with lights blinking. I don't know if he was hit, got thrown or what. I said a prayer for him... he was just lying on the highway.
Whenever I see something like that, I think how incredibly lucky I was that literally three to five seconds difference I would have been part of that accident.
Got to the hotel; again a very friendly greeting. I had been thinking about chicken all day and so I didn't even go to my room, but went in search and found what I wanted. Now I'm relaxing, watching Suze Orman and all is well.
On with the pics:
|West through [flat] Ohio, heading to Indiana. Getting cloudy.|
|Made it to "Lincoln's Boyhood Home"|
|Winner, winner, chicken dinner. The dipping sauce I chose was orange ginger and it was really good.|
|Mashed potatoes with gravy -- so good in that institutional tasting way.|
|Cold, fresh cole slaw -- so good on top of a forkfull of chicken.|
TOMORROW: IT'S ON TO OSHKOSH.