APRIL 19TH
Pretty much every creek, stream and river we passed the whole way down was at flood stage, especially the Illinois River at Morris and the Vermilion River at Pontiac. At one point outside of Woodstock, we even had to ford a stream.
Weather alternated between pellet hail, wind-driven snow, rain and those ever-threatening clouds. And, it was mighty cold. We like to froze at the Standard Oil station in Odell. Plus, it was cold getting out of the car and taking short walks into the Old Log Cabin restaurant in Pontiac and the Dixie in McLean.
Once in Springfield, we went to the Lake Springfield Tavern on the Stevenson Road (Route 66 by-pass) where we saw that the second he-whose-name-must-not-be-mentioned suspect from Monday had been captured.
Saw a band at the Curve Inn and ended up back at the hotel's South Side Pub.
Some Spring we're having.
Neither Rain, Nor Snow.... --RoadDog
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Listen to this man. Seven years of college, you know. Trying to reason with 2020 and, now, 2022.
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