Indiana, that is.

We were up before six yesterday, on the road before seven-thirty. By early afternoon we were feeling so good about the day, I booked a hotel (free with points!!) to make a 500-mile day.

We weren’t going to have such long days, but it was a good day to drive.

Until it wasn’t.

Forward progress was halted for an hour and twenty minutes outside of Chicago. It was a very long time to the Indiana border. Traffic? Oh, yes! The stop and go kind for mile upon mile.

We arrived at Howe at sunset, discovered a chain called Culver’s for salads and chicken tenders, then crashed into our free hotel beds.

I don’t know what our philosophy is today. We are 815 miles from our New England home.

Tomorrow night I will be in my own bed. But we have no idea where we will be tonight.

Stay tuned and wish us luck.