Thanks to the discovery of a new route, we made it home in record time — thirteen hours, commencing about 10 p.m. last night in a cold, driving rain. I wish I’d snapped a couple of pictures along the way, but for the first I didn’t reach my camera in time, and for the second, well, I was driving.
Northern Indiana takes the prize for best Christmas decorations, in the stretch along Hwy. 31 from South Bend to Kokomo. There were some businesses and residents who really went all-out, and it wasn’t tacky. It was beautiful. I admire the tractor dealer who actually put a life-size nativity scene on their lawn, and spelled out “Our Savior King” in lights across the roofline.
These days, that takes some courage.
Northern Kentucky had the most breathtaking sunrise this morning; leafless branches seemed to float up from a fog that drifted across rolling pastures, as they sky cast pastel hues upon the scene.
The worst visibility was a tie between northern Michigan (had the rain been snow, it would be measured in feet) and southern Kentucky, where the fog on the interstate was so dense that it looked very much like driving in a snowstorm. Crossing Jellico Mountain, the sun shone as brightly as in July, and Tennessee looked as good to me as it ever has.
It’s sure good to be home.
Sounds like you came home via highways, which is the best damn way to travel (and which I very rarely do, unfortunately).
Glad to have you back!
The route we normally take is state highways for about half the trip — from Indianapolis the rest of the way north. During the day it can be slow, but at night all the traffic lights are blinking and it’s a much more scenic drive.
One of the notable sights is where they’ve converted Grissom Air Force Base to a prison somewhere north of Kokomo; signs along the road say “prison area — do NOT pick up hitchikers!”
Glad your back NM. Also, glad you didn’t pick up a hitch hiker. They can get down here on their own. I will guarantee that w/o fail. 😉