Monday, September 21st, 2009
Well, I can report that so far this trip has been decidedly unglamorous, especially compared to how the idea sounds to everyone else.
It’s 1:30am and I’m parked at a Flying J truck stop in Gary, IN. The day was spent running around trying to find the right cable for my inverter, shipping last-minute photos and birthday gifts, getting propane tanks filled and picking up art at various locations in Detroit. By the time I got out of town, it was too late to reach Chicago by dark. I was going to start the Route late tonight upon arrival, but I realized that once I got outside of town, you wouldn’t be able to see anything in the time-lapse sequence except the road lines in my headlights, and that would sort of suck… so I’m hoping to nap a few hours before I head into Chicago before dawn and morning rush hour.
There is a loud truck parked right next to me and I can’t figure out why the driver insists on running his engine for hours on end. I initially went to a Wal-Mart in Lansing, IL, which had a much quieter parking lot. I read online that it allowed overnight parking, but when I asked about parking there for the night, they looked at me like I had two heads. Then the customer service manager leaned in and quietly sad to me, “this is a BAD area… don’t stay in any parking lots around here.” So I turned around and retraced my ten miles to get to this Flying J. Noisy as hell but at least seems safer.
Good news: the trailer seems to be doing well… it rained on the way here and so far, no signs of the leak I had before. This is my first night in the trailer (or, “the triangle”, as my brother-in-law has me calling it now) – and it reminds me of sleeping in one of those VIA overnight cars on the train. To enhance this illusion, the thoughtful engineers in the trains passing nearby are making sure to sound their horn nice and loudly about every twenty minutes.
Best billboard today: “Need a car? Got stinky credit? PoopyCredit.com“