It is dark. It is raining. I can barely see the white-capped waves on the lake.
We drove extra miles north of the interstate last night in order to stay at a Fairfield Inn because we love them.
We drove over 400 miles yesterday. We were up at six and on the road around 7:30. Banjo Man drove the first two hours. There was sun, there were farms, it was lovely. My turn came and the trip turned ugly: rain, construction and traffic. For hours.
Finally I had had enough and took the exit to Shipshewanna, Indiana, home of the Amish and many quilt stores. We had been here twice before, so we went right to a huge restaurant and scarfed down comfort food at the buffet.
I took a picture of mashed potatoes, but I hesitate to post it.
Uh oh. Time to hit the road. Pennsylvania and Banjo Man are calling!!