When someone says 'the middle of nowhere', where exactly are they
referring to? They might well be talking about Marshall, Indiana. We
heave-hoed our way over gravel roads and passed by junkyards (oh no,
wait, that was just the lawn of Mr. and Mrs. Redneck) to get to our
current location. And to think that this morning we left civilization
(and Starbucks) to come...here. We had a beautiful tailwind for
exactly 3.2 miles, as naturally the only day of our trip that we
headed mostly south, the tailwinds happened to be in our primary
direction of west. Sadly there is nothing else interesting to report
from the middle of nowhere and we fear that tomorrow might be exactly
the same. Apologies to our readers for the ennui of Indiana. Perhaps
eastern Illinois tomorrow will end up proving more scintillating.
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