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An Indiana swamp

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Mallard Roost Wetland Conservation Area

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And some lily pads

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In Mallard Roost

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Look closely

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Because the bread is meat




Turns out they make great scones. Terrible drivers though.

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These guys were extremely warm and welcoming to me. They fed me and let me shower and sent me off with a care package, and were really interested to hear about my trip. But the coolest thing of all was that they let me spend the night in their RV! It put my tent to shame.

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Boring! So far nothing compares to PA’s handwritten notes.

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False advertising

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There are physical limits to what can reasonably be considered a shoe.

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Awesome mailbox #9

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Resourcefulness! Uncle Ray would be proud.

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The lifeblood of American sign makers

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Welcome to the future

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Farming with GPS

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It has to be good.

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Read more!

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Awesome mailbox #10

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Maybe it’s supposed to be a birdhouse? There was no nest in there though.

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Sorghum for sale!

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After a long, hard day on the road, there’s nothing like kicking back and cracking open a fresh sack of sorghum.

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Nappanee, IN

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The old and the new

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An Amish man stops his horse and buggy to use the ATM.

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Merrie spotted me at a crosswalk on the outskirts of Nappanee, IN. She grabbed her camera and ran over to do a quick interview for the local paper. As I was heading through town a little while later she popped out of a building with the mayor, Larry Thompson, and snapped a photo of the two of us. He looks right at home behind the wheel, doesn’t he? If things go downhill politically, Larry, you’re welcome to come join me on the road!




As I was walking through the work zone you see here, a car drove by and the guy in the passenger seat yelled something at me. All I could make out was "… job, dipshit!" My first guess was "Get a job, dipshit!" But after thinking it over a while I decided that didn’t make sense. The car came up from behind me, so he would have had to have formed the comment before seeing anything other than my back. Then I realized he must have seen my reflective vest and assumed I was a construction worker, responsible for the slower speed he had to travel through the work zone on his way to do important video game and potato chip activities. "Good job, dipshit!" is what he must have yelled. Think of all the time he could have saved me just by speaking a little more clearly.