We are in  South Bend, Indiana tonight.  Home of Notre Dame football, which is only interesting if you are a ND fan (which I am not) or want to get a hotel room on a home game weekend.

Lucky for us, Notre Dame is playing at Soldier Field in Chicago tomorrow.

Our Hampton Inn is filled with **hundreds** of 5th grade hockey players.  After we’d checked in we’d learned that several teams are staying here, and boys are running up and down the hall to the elevator to the pool, etc.  Glen and I are laughing now (we’re so happy we are not chaperones or parents) but it might not be so funny at midnight.  They are really getting wound up and it’s 9 PM. 

I never travel without ear plugs. 

I’m just relieved they’re not teenagers or college kids, because I’ll bet the parents aren’t going to let this go on all night.

On the other hand, Banjo Man saw lots of fathers with lots of beer coolers. <g>

We were on the road at 6:30 AM and drove almost 600 miles today.  I’ve been getting in a couple of hours writing before getting in the car, and then I sleep for an hour or two.  We trade off driving every 2 hours.  The days–and the miles–go by quickly.

I still can’t attach photos to the blog posts or I would show you a Minnesota sunrise.  Darn. 

We stopped at a travel plaza on I-80 and Banjo Man’s eyes lit up at sight of a restaurant called “The Red Burrito”.

And yes, that’s what he had for dinner.