First I need to say, we dodged all the crazy rain, tornadoes, hurricanes, floods and whatever other natural disasters have been plaguing the Midwest since we left Cape Cod. While still in New England I was stressed looking at all the rain right over our path. It was warm and sunny all through New York. I was constantly looking at the weather radar on my phone. As the dot marking our location on Google maps inched closer to Ohio there was one major storm blowing through the Dakotas and the giant scary one was heaviest over Arkansas, but there was a clear path right where we needed to go!
We made it half way through Indiana last night. It was so hot all day we wicked needed a shower. The hotel was worse than a truck stop. (Really- we are at a truck stop tonight and it is SO much cleaner!) There is no smoking in hotels in all of Indiana, but I'm pretty sure it hadn't been cleaned since well before that law was implemented. Thank goodness I have plastic flip flops. I even brought in my own blankets and slept on top of the sheets.
I spared you the repetitiveness of many of the views over the interstate throughout New York; the blink of an eye that we were in PA; Ohio; Indiana; and Illinois. New York had great hilly green landscape. Then around the Great Lakes there wasn't much of view from the highway. By Illinois the farms were getting bigger, then the land started to flatten out and you can see further. The thing I remember most was the smell: rows of purple and white flowering trees blowing their awesome sent through the open windows of the bus.
When we woke up in Indiana we saw it had rained while we were asleep. We were going to get up super early and squeeze through Chicago before rush hour. Even though the room was not the cleanest the bed was so much more comfortable than the front seat of the bus for Sherm (I wasn't that uncomfortable in my nest: every blanket we own on top of the middle seat), so we slept in longer than planned. After looking at my trusty doper radar I saw the heavy rain on the map had pasts us in our sleep. Still, there was another storm a-brewin' over Wisconsin so we opted for I80 over I90 to bring us over the Mighty Mississippi.
It started wicked raining as we got the tail end of the storm going over Chicago. Good-old Neil Cassidy did great. Finally the rain stopped, just outside of Joliet. We saw some blue sky peaking out from behind the clouds as the view from the bus finally started to look different from New England. We crossed the Mississippi and our place on the atlas inched closer to the left page.
We're parked out for the night at Iowa 80: The World's Largest Truck Stop, Walcott IA.