I ducked inside this abandoned barn yesterday evening to escape a storm, and decided to spend the night here as the rains kept on pounding until near sunset.
As soon as I crossed into Indiana, I spotted the first flowering dogwood of the trip.
Once the longest highway in the country, a title now held by US 20, which my dad and I were on just before we got to 6.
This morning a very nice postman named Todd stopped to talk, and he gave me the banana out of his lunchbox. His professional eye noticed the tip of an envelope sticking out of my shirt pocket (Mother's Day is coming up!), and he offered to mail it for me. I tried to take his picture, but my phone didn't store it. Sorry Todd!
