we'd have liked) to our otherwise predictable corn and soybean-filled
existences. We discovered shortly after retiring to our tent that the
very tree we had chosen to camp underneath was home to not one but an
entire family of raccoons. These large rats with opposable thumbs
chattered all night long (raccoon talk is severely unsettling when it
sounds like rabid hisses), kicked over all our kitchenware on the
picnic table, and were completely unfazed by our attempts to scare
them away whether at 10 pm or 5 am. But wildlife encounters are indeed
a part of camping and raccoons are a far cry from charging bears or
stampedes of cattle at night, both of which Molly has experienced
before in the great outdoors and we would like not to be repeated on
our own trip.
On the road, at a bleary-eyed 7:30 am, we rather unbelievingly passed
by a horse and buggy on the road with a smiling, cheerful bonneted
woman. Welcome to Amish country! They don't zip along too fast in
those contraptions as we went whizzing by the buggies. Outside the
grocery store this morning, while parked near but not too near the
'horse and buggy parking ONLY' sign, we met the one man in existence
who has been all over the world and has found nowhere as charming as
Rockville, Indiana. Go figure. Our experience at the grocery store was
a little disconcerting to us both, after which we realized that we had
actually been enthralled by a 'real' sized store that had a ladies
room NOT located in the stockroom and had not one but TWO stalls. Oh,
the thrills of life.
We crossed into Illinois today, which proclaims itself as the Land of
Lincoln. Faithful readers may remember that Indiana is Lincoln's
childhood home; clearly a mini-brawl between the states is afoot.
Central Illinois has not thus far produced any scintillating events,
but when it most surely will, never fear that our exploits will be
recounted with gusto.
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