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Trip to Indiana

Well, I left home around 4:45 Saturday morning and headed for the Hoosier Homeland. Thankfully I had actually planned everything in advance in such a way that for the first time ever all I had to do was toss my pillow, blanket, and laptop in the car and hit the open road. I had already gotten cash out of the bank, filled up the gas tank, and even had all my snacks and drinks in the front seat ready to go.

I was in Georgia by 8AM and Atlanta by eleven. That was a new record for me. Yeah, not too spectacular, but I was happy with the results. 🙂  I decided to stop in Dalton, GA for lunch around 1PM and managed to find the slowest Wendys on the face of the planet. I swear I stood in line for over twenty minutes and there was only like 4 other people in front of me. AND, when I finally get my sandwich and I’m back on the interstate I discover that when they made my sandwich they forgot to add the pickles and onions and instead put on so much ketcup and mustand that it was literally swimming in the condiments. Talk about tricky eating at seventy-five MPH. Grief, and thankfully I didn’t make a huge mess, which was another new first for me. Ha, I normally would have been covered head to toe in the stuff. I’m just glad that didn’t happen because I was wearing my Weird Al concert shirt and sure didn’t want to get that all stained.

Anyway, after I finally got back on the road again, I quickly moved through Chattanooga and Nashville without much incient. Going over Lookout Mountain I was able to take some really beautiful pictures that I will attempt to upload to FB some time this week. The fall colors and the mountains really combined to create some aweinspiring scenery. It was incredibly beautiful.

Besides those highlights, the trip was uneventful. I hate now and will always hate the part of the trip between Terre Haute and Evansville. You have to go 60 and it’s stop and go through several small towns and intersections. I wish there was a faster way to get there but until I can train my car how to fly I guess this is it.

I will blog more about Brazil, Indiana itself later. Dad took me out to lunch at a little mom and pop diner and I have a couple of observations from that to share.