Days Inn - Rock Falls
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- Swimming pool
- Room service
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... of Felix Adler, a very famous circus clown) so I hope the show goes back there again next year.
Tomorrow is a day off and we’re staying in Clinton until 6pm and then we’re driving to our lot in Elmhurst, Illinois. It’s 135 miles away so I think we’ll probably head out earlier. It’s also laundry day tomorrow which will be nice because we’ll have a show vehicle on a day off and we won’t have to worry about getting back in time for the first ...
... thank goodness.
After about two hours in searing heat we get out of Chicago and we stop. I get off the bike and nearly fainted, I was suffering from heat exhaustion and dehydration. Two bottles of water and about 10 minutes later I was OK again.
Good to visit Chicago but not like that!
Another 100 miles and getting to the hotel, having a shower and then a couple of beers was very welcome indeed!!
... went west. For most of the drive to Annawan, Illinois, we had lots of rain so we have not much to report, and probably will not for a few days. We were going to visit the Indiana Dunes State Park, just east of Gary, Indiana, but, because of the rain, bypassed the Chicago metropolitan area as much as possible.
... a slight detour through O’Fallon (due to accidentally missing the exit) when we reached the Springfield area and stopped for gas and snacks. Darkness had set in and the temperature decreased tremendously. We departed Florida at 97 degrees, left Nashville at 91 degrees, and were standing outside as a chilly wind blew through central Illinois at 58 degrees. Although it felt nice to exit the car without hitting a wall of heat, it was an ...
... Finally after searching the entire great kingdom for a gas station we crept by a tiny store with tanks out front. The store was run down and looked closed except for a stout sweaty farmer in denim bibs in front of one of the tanks filling up his tractor. I pulled through to make sure the public was invited to use this gas station. The eeriness of the environment gave me the heebie jeebies, nonetheless it appeared to be our last option. Luckily the tanks accepted my debit card ...