Awake in the morning, bundle everything and everyone back into the Honda Passport. Cleaned up the cat-fu, disposed of the cat litter. Went to get my 'included breakfast', only to find that they closed shop around 9am. Great. Half the reason I stopped there was the full breakfast. I didn't see any signs, nor was I told, that breakfast was hacked off at 9am.
Thankfully, a Burger King was right next door, and I availed myself of their breakfast menu. Finishing off some OJ, I put the cats into the car, and took off for Day Two. It was a little after 10am, Monday Morning.
I should note, here, that at one point, I was puzzled as to why my car suddenly smelled like Pine-Sol. It took me a full FIVE MINUTES to attach 'pine smell' with 'fifty foot pine tree stands' on either side of the highway. I R SMRT.
Also: Trees taller than 20 feet! Glee!
Interstate Highway took me through the last bit of Arkansas, and into Missouri. Let me tell you, Missouri is one hell of an anal state. They have mile markers every TWO-TENTHS of a mile on all their Interstates! If I was a tax-paying citizen of Missouri, I'd be pissed. What a waste! Their roads were in pretty bad shape, too. Also, for some reason, the 'welcome' center for Missouri is almost an HOUR inside the border. Maybe they want to make SURE.
More Agricrops escorted me up to and across the Illinois Border. Now I had to deal with Illinois NAzis. I hate Illinois Nazis. I drove onwards, gaining an appreciation of just how much FOOD these heartland states make. I stopped at the Welcome Center. It was the "Trail of Tears" Welcome Center. Gosh, THANKS Illinois for adding to my White Man's Guilt. Also, why was there a Memorial THERE to a pig that served as a Marine Corps Mascot? Did it get hit by a car there? Finally, the center itself was served by a man and a woman, who gave a greeting to each and every person that came through the doors. I appreciate their service to their state, but they were more than a little creepy. Like, 'Westworld' creepy.
Travelling on, the agricrops grew less frequent, and I made it through a surprisingly hilly state, and into Indiana. I really do not want to live in the Heartland of the United States. Still lots and lots of water to be found, however, and everything was GREEEEEEEN. So very green. So very overwhelming for someone who has lived in the severest drought conditions in the United States (D4) for years.
I made it to the far side, and decided to stop at a town whose biggest feature was a Giant White Cross. It was there that I found out that, somewhere, I had lost the lynch-pin to my trailer hitch. I found this out by going over a bump, and dropping my trailer. Thankfully, I was going 5 miles an hour into a Hardee's Parking Lot. The town had a nice O'Reilly's Auto Parts store, and I was able to pick up a replacement pin (two, actually, kicking myself for not buying a spare or two BEFORE the trip) and a two-ton scissors jack, to lift the trailer. The burger was delicious.
I got back on the road, and decided to coast to a stop around 8pm, finding a delightful old-style motel amoungst all the chains. No frills, no breakfast, no nothin', but dirt cheap. And across the street from a White Castle. And run by two little old ladies who were AWESOME.
Oh, White Castle. How do I love thee.
There was also a tractor-trailer carrying the fuselage and wings of an old USAF Fighter Jet. I took some pictures, but it was dark, and my cheap camera's flash wasn't really up to the task.
Did I mention White Castle?
This time, I did not need to sneak my cats in, as they allowed pets. We bunked down for the night, and I got another good night's sleep.