Between Rolla and Richmond lie two major cities, St. Louis and Indianapolis. I suppose it’s a good thing, getting them both crossed off the list and out of the way on the same day, which I have learned through experience to always schedule for a Sunday, giving the best chance of encountering only light traffic. (Reminds me of that old movie, “If It’s St. Louis, This Must Be Sunday.” Or was that Rome?)
I wasn’t too happy about having an hour added to the day’s trip for just possible flooding. However I chose the alternate route to be on the safe side. Luckily, in the end, the flood warning was lifted, Maps put me back on my original route, and the only hour I lost was from time change number three since Wednesday.
That said, I feel very grateful to my sister Katie in Florida for checking the weather when the warning first showed up, and to my friend Cat in Massachusetts who stayed in touch with me all the way through the potential danger zone, even finding interesting places for me to stop along the alternate route, such as the World’s Largest Catsup Bottle in Casey.
Indianapolis was exhausting after all that, but at least the lane changes are not as rushed and drastic as in St. Louis. All I had to do in Indianapolis was keep left. And except for plenty of wind, the weather was fine for Day Five of seven. Phew! Getting there…
🙏🏼🌵🦉💫
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