There are so many cornfields in Indiana and Illinois. They are everywhere. Behind businesses, shopping malls, and between the houses. So much farmland. And the tractors have their own lanes on the roads. Passed several John Deere in our travels.
Sitting here waiting for something. At noon, Dale suggests we do some laundry while we're waiting. He calls dispatch to let them know. Nope, they have something for us. We're going to Raymond, Illinois to pick up a trailer on a ramp. Sounds weird. It turns out that the other driver's truck is broke down, so we're gonna finish his delivery. It's going to Little Rock, Arkansas.
Into Missouri, more cornfields. Kept seeing signs "Thrown Rolls". Dale says they throw rolls at you. I never saw it.
Missouri must have had money that they had to spend, because they have mile markers every .2 miles. And their county roads have letters instead of numbers. Like "K" or "DD".
We made it to Arkansas, but I had already gone to bed. I was so tired.
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