Day 50. A milestone. A closed road started the day.It took us into some new building estate not yet on the TomTom maps, and every turn took us to a new cul-de-sac. We wondered whether we’d ever leave. The map makes us (me) look incompetent. I asked a man who pointed and gave me enough instructions to find the interstate.
Into a town with the excellent name of What Cheer where we walked around the large flea market. There seemed to be quite a few stalls selling merchandise that said Biden is stupid/Trump is awesome. We did not buy anything from them, but did get something for mum from a less political stall. For some stall-holders the wind was an issue because of the fine sand/dust that gets blown up over things.
To Eldon, home of the America Gothic House but first into the library where Suzanne gave me some bookmarks.
It’s always odd to see a real version of something so often reproduced. I couldn’t have pointed out another painting by Grant DeVolson Wood from a line up.
Through the corn fields, across bridges and we got to our hotel in Bloomfield.
A cheap dinner from Family Dollar, because we’re classy.
The hotel had a little bar so we went for a pre-sleep drink. Fell into chatting with Tim. His niece was named after this brother Hal and so was called Halison. So, that’s a name I’ve not heard of.
There was some running joke about opening a shaken can of coke, holding it to your ear and when you opened it and you could hear the sea. Also, something about skunks.
