When dollar coins make me loony
At home, heavy traffic involves a spud bin and a car within a window of a minute. In my life experience, those multi-lane parking lots on the autoroutes of Montreal and Toronto are an excess. Today, we crossed Chicago, and my stress levels are off the scale.
Actually, we were south of the city, on I-80. No matter, as the city is just one great miasma of circulation. Passing us on the left AND right, with only our low undercarriage preventing the crazies from that middle option… and it went on for hours. Add in the variants of toll collection, and the phrase “we may never pass this way again” becomes a firm intention. We now have a critical mass of US dollar coins, which makes me loony.
But, we are encamped. Had a great pizza from the small registration boutique. Next plan of action is to rethink our game plan. No more ten hour days, trying to see as many states as possible in that interval. Today, we traversed sections of MN, IA, IL and IN while crossing the great Mississippi river, in full flood phase. No sign of Huck or Jim, in case you wondered. We are now easted.
So, what have I learned, after a full month in a box with a spouse and a mutt? Well, how to juggle multiple GPS feeds, until the wifi bandwidth derails. And how to transfer fuzzy water from one small bottle to a other while in motion. How to spot a Diesel nozzle at twenty paces, and then determine if it qualifies as large (truck) or medium (car). What to do when N vs S has real meaning, as your directions involve the two, simultaneously. In short, the importance of remaining flexible while unsure of what to do next.
