We left Columbus in a rainstorm that was so bleak and overcast that the GPS was rendered utterly useless. Good thing Trixie brought maps to navigate the old fashioned way, and the hotel was a short distance from the interstate. The rain here is different than back home, a driving misty spray rather than the deep thick drops of rain so common back home. Luckily, the clouds move eastward, so we drove west, out of them in an hour or so.
Since the room service was slow and expensive, we opted for cereal bars to start us off in the morning, and Mum had an extra bite to eat at a McDonald’s after we paused to fill up on gas. Pops had an extra cereal bar- after all, there are six boxes of them in the back seat, and they have to be eaten sooner or later. Trixie got a bite of the McDonald’s sandwich Mum picked up.
Driving westward to Indianapolis, the trees gave way to farmlands, long broad fields with only the hints of hills that extended off in every direction, ending in distant groves of trees. Mum was surprised to see so much farmland this soon, but this is just part of America’s vast breadbasket, growing corn to feed people and animals alike. And this is just the edge of it.