We are becoming connoisseurs of midwestern truck stops, having now settled in for the night at the second one of the trip, and having satisfied all our travel needs at several others along the way. We are in Princeton, Illinois, just 55 miles from the Iowa border after a long slog through two torrential rainstorms (much needed here as witnessed by the stunted and pale green corn) and across northern Ohio, Indiana, and now almost across Illinois.
The truck stops on the Ohio Turnpike get three stars…clean, well maintained, and Starbucks for Arthur.
Tonight’s truck stop has the obligatory 24 hour diner with all the comfort food you could ask for.
We felt smug to find an isolated spot to park our camper home far from the smelly, noisy big rigs, although we have just discovered that they drive right by our bedroom on their way back out to the interstate at all hours.
And tonight for the first time this trip we saw grits on the menu. Tomorrow morning we will cross the mighty Mississippi and set our sights on Sioux Center on Iowa’s far western boundary.
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