One of the bits of info we had picked up from Bob and Violet was that it was possible to shear off a day of our journey by taking a more direct route (100 mi vs. 175) to Carbondale. We opted for this journey and were off nice and early.
We seemed to stop and eat constantly this day (twice before we hit the Ohio River). In Morganfield, we met Miss Betty Vance at Deb and Jen's Diner (all spruced up with some neon hot colors) who'd been waiting tables for about 50 years, and gave us a good dose of the town's character, as did the other patrons of the restaurant. One gent told us it was "God's country" and that we'd be meeting a lot of good people. Although this was meant to be reassuring it unsettled us for some reason. We are the weird ones I guess.
Although this route was shorter than the others, we definitely paid the price in fear factor for about 20 miles with tractor trailors once we were in Illinois.
The sky got very very big then. Almost all consuming. And the corn. Everywhere. I was going through the jukebox of my head like crazy at this point, from Peter Paul and Mary to Modest Mouse to the chicken dance. It was ALL there. There just wasn't that much to see.
Fortunately the shoulder widened eventually and we were able to zone out a bit and just pedal and breath. We were delivered to Marion just before dark where we camped in a very nice RV and campground park that had a very Kubrick feeling to it after dark. We ordered a Papa Johns pizza and went promptly to bed.
Today we are in Carbondale and heading up towards St. Louis (we won't get that far today).
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