I am so tired tonight I can’t remember much about the day.

We were energetic and on the road by 8. There were a lot of trucks. A LOT OF TRUCKS.

We crossed the Mississippi. We ate a quick lunch. I don’t know in what town.

Banjo Man is collecting corn husking gloves. I don’t understand why either. But we stopped for a 15-minute search here:

It was only five minutes off the interstate, which was convenient.

Alas, there were no gloves. And while I thought about Thanksgiving, I didn’t buy these.

The highlight of the day—aside from arriving at tonight’s hotel—was a return stop at the Herbert Hoover library gift shop.

He bought a book. I bought a refrigerator magnet so we could remember this day forever.

Sigh.

We are now in Joliet, Illinois. Tomorrow we will drive a mere 145 miles and spend the rest of the day and night in the Amish town of Shipshewanna, Indiana.

There will be pie.

Good night!