The most noticeable signage we saw all along the way was directions leading to sites where Abraham Lincoln allegedly slept, conducted business, or vacationed. While he was a great man, Trixie cannot fathom why these states have not worked hard on finding other heroes and notables to enshrine. Here, Lincoln is a saint, a god, and a means to move large amounts of money from tourist’s pockets to the local coffers as quickly and easily as possible.
Driving into Illinois, we gained an hour’s worth of touring time – time that was promptly squandered, as the prestigious Abraham Lincoln Library and Museum, in all its splendor and glory could not be bothered to provide a fixed street address to zero in upon. Only “sixth avenue”, which is several miles long.
Proper signage was lacking too, perhaps they have signs on the east side of town, but not the southerly side, where that road allegedly began before the maps were rendered obsolete. Using a nearby hotel address, we found our way to the center of the city, a long sprawl of buildings rising lazily around the center, and found the old Capitol Building, with a Dante-like parking facility below its decaying foundations.