The Trip . . .

We can call it that because you know it didn’t go smoothly . . .

[But before we left, beautiful Lake Darling was . . . well, beautiful.]

“The trip,” or any trip now, is accompanied by the notebook computer, a relatively recent addition to the blog hardware.  For many years the laptop alone performed yeoman service, and when at home, it’s still the weapon of choice.  But the notebook has advantages in size, speed, and capacity – and I’m still learning how to work it.  At home, the notebook (foreground) is used for uploads and downloads, the laptop (background) is used for assembly, and the supervisor’s desktop (solo photo) is now used for composition.  On the road, this is my first attempt at using the notebook for everything – it’s probably about time to do so.

[Now, back to the lake, a few days before we left, the annual Moby Obie spider spraying and cleaning day – who knows when we’ll actually take it out?]

A few days later, it was time to hit the road . . .  It was Memorial Day weekend, and as we approached our destination, it was Indy 500 weekend.  We zoomed through Minnesota, and the Cities, with no delays.  Then we hit Wisconsin where, it appears, everyone hits deer.  We don’t know why they even have a deer hunting season in Wisconsin – you can find all the venison you would ever want or need on the shoulders of I-94 from the Minnesota border to Madison.  Never fails – drives the supervisor crazy (“If only I could save and rehabilitate them!”).

Chicago, of course, is always a challenge – even in the best of times.  I want the orange traffic barrel contract for highway construction in Illinois – there must have been a gazillion of them, and they were border to border!  It was only mid-afternoon so we thought we could make through the city on I-290/294.  We were later advised – always take the skyway!!!  It was impossible – we tried to make it all the way to I-65 in Indiana but finally looked for an alternative.  We turned off on US 41 – out of the frying pan, into the fire, as it also was under construction with only one lane available.  We eventually made it to I-65 but were now well over an hour off the usual trip time.

We made it to Exit 220, not that far down the road, where Fair Oaks Farms, a gigantic dairy farm (famed on YouTube), is located.  I-65, on the way to Indianapolis, came to a dead stop.  We finally decided to take the shoulder to the exit and take back roads in.  When we crossed over the interstate, we noticed people were out of their cars, just standing there with their doors open.  It must have been a really bad accident.

[Part of Fair Oaks Farms.]

[Flat land, upper Midwest – wind farms!]

[It hadn’t rained in Central Indiana since ‘Ought-8, but we brought it with us!]

[We take two-lane roads cross-country to Noblesville, which is 20 miles north of Indianapolis.  We usually stop at a Subway in Sheridan (across the street from the water tower) for a quick repast along the way – it seems we always get a quick thunderstorm there!]

In Noblesville the next morning, Tom and Grandma Ruth drove off to buy him a graduation suit:

Oh, and Olivia Newton-John was the grand marshal for the Indy 500 parade that day.  She is just sllightly more than one-year younger than this correspondent.  Where did I go wrong?

[I think the guys of my generation thought her cute – but who remembers?]

About tomobert63

The Journey Begins Thanks for joining me! This is the follow-up to the original, “,” which overwhelmed the system’s ability to handle it any more. Thus, this is “Part 2.” As the original was initially described: 10-26-07-4 “It all began in a 5,000 watt radio station in Fresno, California” . . . wait a minute, that was Ted Baxter on the Mary Tyler Moore Show! Let’s see . . . oh yeah, it all began in 2003 when retirees, i.e., old people, in Alexandria, Minnesota, who had no desire to become snow birds, went looking for mid-winter entertainment here in the frozen tundra of West Central Minnesota. We discovered girls’ high school hockey, fell in love immediately, and it remains our favorite spectator sport to this day. Initially, and for several years, reports on these games were e-mailed to those who were actually snowbirds but wanted to keep abreast of things “back home.” It was ultimately decided a blog would be more efficient, and it evolved into a personal diary of many things that attracts tens of readers on occasion. It remains a source of personal mental therapy and has yet to elicit any lawsuits. ~ The Editor, May 9, 2014 p.s. The photo border around the blog is the Cardinal girls’ hockey team after just beating Breck for the state championship in 2008. It’s of the all-tournament team. The visible Breck player on the left is Milica McMillen, then an 8th-grader – she is now an All-American for the Gophers. The Roseau player in the stocking cap I believe is Mary Loken, who went on to play for UND; and the Cardinal player on the right, No. 3, is Abby Williams, the player we blame most for making us girls’ hockey fans who went on to play for Bemidji State. *********************************************************************************** Photos contained herein are available for personal use. All you have to do is double click on any of the photos and they will become full screen size. You can then save them into your personal “My Pictures” file. They make lovely parting or hostess gifts, or holiday gifts for such as Uncle Ernie who wants to see how his grand niece is doing on the hockey team. If any are sold for personal profit, however, to, for example, the Audubon Society, National Geographic, Sven’s Home Workshop Monthly, Curling By The Numbers, or the World Wrestling Federation, I only request that you make a donation to the charitable organization of your choice. You have two hours and fifteen minutes. Pencils ready? Begin! **********************************************************************************
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