Well, it's been a month in Dallas, and I'm finally posting some pictures from my road trip down from MI.
The Indian Sand Dunes by Gary, IN
I met a white-haired, snaggletooth man in a down jacket and a baseball cap here. His name is John. He quit his job, sold everything he owns except his Windstar, and is visiting every National Park in the country. I wished him the best of luck.
I don't remember what town this is in, but it was right after Utica, or right before Utica, where this crazed museum curator snatched me off the streets and held me captive for an hour explaining the glories of their little museum. All I remember is a wooden duck and a carriage Lincoln road in. This hefty homeschool mama came in and the two of them started monotone monologuing about Noah's flood and the fossil record under our feet. I edged out.
The sunbursts accurately represent my mental state after 7 hours of Indiana. It's officially my least favorite state (sorry).
Don Quixote didn't show up, much to my chagrin.
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