Today was a weather day.
We were very sad to say goodbye to the other Altoistes, but get to have an extended mini rally with another couple who is also heading to the KOA south of Chicago. We also got to share the ferry ride with Jim and Dale and that was fun.
It eventually let up and stayed dry until we got to our campground around 4. Car navigation took us on a very circuitous route through corn fields and small feeder roads, but I thought it was very pleasant. It also reminded me that I would be approaching familiar land again, and that felt comforting.
Richard flies home tomorrow and he is not a happy camper. Neither am I for that matter. Yes, I’m looking forward to having the kids join me, but I will miss my copilot for sure.
After pulling in, we went out to dinner with our mini rally Alto friends at a surprisingly good Mexican restaurant, located in an unlikely-to-be-a-prime-culinary-experience location next to a Dollar Store. We were getting ready to leave and the heavens opened up. I mean, it really started dumping. The wind was blowing the rain in waves going not quite sideways, and lightning was turning the whole sky into a fireworks show. Shopping carts and planter containers were blowing all over the parking lot and even the tall metal lamp posts were swaying a disturbing amount. While I was worrying about Dory being blown into another county, our friends were worrying about their dog, who was still back in the Alto at the campground.
One last night for Richard. For now.
Total miles: 321.8, Engine time: 6 hours, 59 min, 16.3 mpg