Yesterday, Dad banged out the most difficult section of the route from Yorkville, Illinois to Cedar Rapids, Iowa. He put in twenty miles, and instead of falling asleep, he’s reading some John Sanford fiction right now. Pretty amazing.
Other than that it was a pretty uneventful day. During one of his rest stops, a lady named Margie stopped beside us on a country road near Brooklyn, IL and asked us if we were there to clean out the forest. It wasn’t quite as unusual as being asked if we were prospectors on the outskirts of Cleveland, but it was close. If I’d been thinking more quickly, I would have asked what it paid. I’m pretty sure she thought it needed to be done, and it is entirely possible we were being offered a job.
Little Horse and a Donkey - Lee Center, IL
Other than that, the day was filled with corn, soybeans, two horses, a gravel road, a misplaced wallet (subsequently located, thankfully), a handful of goats, and a couple of donkeys. I did learn that the only real difference between a donkey and a burro is the domestication status of the animal. Donkeys are domestic animals and burros are wild.
It was a good day. Dad will be back out on the road tomorrow, and I’ll be struggling with the A/C, cold drinks, speedy travel, and the other burdens of driving the water wagon.
Hope you all had a great hump day. The weekend is right around the corner!
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