Highway Rolls on Forever

I feel like I'm trying to come out of a two week coma. Miles and miles, town after town, then suddenly you don't know what state you are in. The last few days have taken us through parts of Minnesota, Wisconsin, Illinois, Indiana, (and a wrong turn took us through a tiny part of Michigan) Ohio, Pennsylvania, New York, and Connecticut. And only a few days earlier we drove through parts of Louisiana, Texas, Oklahoma, Kansas, Missouri, Iowa, and then Minnesota.

I don't have jetlag exactly, but I've got some kind of lag going on for sure! The only way I have of knowing where I am is by looking at the campground map that is on my table. It has a Connecticut address on it, so I'm assuming that is where I am. Sometimes as we travel I ask my husband where we are. He usually knows and I feel reassured. But the other day I asked him, and with a glazed deer-in-the-headlight stare, he told me he didn't know. I knew at that point we had been on the road too long!

I managed to take a few pictures along the way this time. They aren't great because roads are bumpy and it is hard to focus on anything whizzing by the window, but I thought you might like to see them anyway.

The interstate we needed to take through Wisconsin was closed because of flooding. We were stuck, over two hours, on the highway until we were finally able to take a detour around washed out bridges and flooded roadways. We had to go about 100 miles out of our way, but we ended up driving through rural Wisconsin. I saw some of the most beautiful scenery I've seen in my life. It was enough to make one want to stand up and sing "America the Beautiful!"

I don't know why I didn't take any pictures of the beautiful farms and hills. I guess I was too busy just trying to take it all in. But here are a few pictures of a small town that fell victim to one of Wisconsin's overflowing rivers.

And on the horizon, more storm clouds were building. We manged to avoid any serious weather conditions as we traveled. God was good and our trip was without incident.


I am thankful that God created my body as He did, so that the images I see are transferred to my brain, my memory, and eventually nestled in my heart to cherish. If my eyes alone tried to hold the beauty of creation I was allowed to see, they would have surely popped! All I can say is that if you have a chance to visit the Pocono Mountains in Pennsylvania or the farms of Minnesota and Wisconsin, don't pass it up. Words can't describe what you will see.

When we went through Indiana we took a few minutes to visit the RV museum in Elkhart. Being full timers we found it interesting. I had no idea that they even made RVs back in the 1920s and 30s. In the post below you will see pictures I took as we went through Chicago. That's one place I never really wanted to go, but now I can say I've been there.