Cape Cod has Cape Cod Potato Chips, Fort Wayne has Edy's Ice Cream.
Friday - Indiana. Headed out at noon along Route 69 north, then briefly onto the toll road toward the Ohio line. Lots of billboards for fireworks and cigarettes. Paid the toll and entered Ohio. Along Route 90 viewed cornfield after cornfield after cornfield. Red barns with gray grain silos. White barns with old, rusted silos. Gray weathered barns with boards missing here and there. The scene conjured up music of Aaron Copland - Simple Gifts, Shaker Theme - which I began to whistle as I peered across the fields toward the distant horizon. A small family plot at the corner of one cornfield told of generations that worked those particular acres over decades, perhaps over the course of a century or more. It makes one think ... Eyes back on the road! 900 miles to go!
Ohio gasoline prices ranged from $2.77 to $2.92. As we paused briefly at some exit to use the facilities I noticed a sign along the road announcing that nearby was the birthplace of President James Garfield. I recalled a story that one of his last official acts before his assassination was to issue the go-ahead to relight Bass River Light at West Dennis.
Made our may through Cleveland - home of the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame - and continued on toward the state line. Just before entering PA we noticed an amazing sight. A rig heading westbound was hauling a flatbed carrying some sort of long, metallic item, perhaps 50 feet or more in length, seemingly aerodynamic in design, twisting slightly like a cruller, and tapering somewhat to a pointed end. What was it? I thought. Then we saw another rig with a similar flatbed carrying yet another 50-foot metallic cruller. My mind quickly processed the images I was seeing and my eyes quickly scanned ahead to see if there was a triplet coming, for I believe they do indeed come in threes. As the two disappeared beyond the range of my rear view mirror (a third never made its appearance) I gathered that what we had seen were two large propeller blades of a wind turbine.
Saturday - A horrible day for driving. After leaving Buffalo with coffee in our cup holders (and our trusty Pop Tarts) we hit torrential rains that did not let up for some three hundred miles ... until we had reached Springfield, MA. It was like driving through the Portland Gale! Gas prices steadily increased as we made our way eastward, reaching $3.00/gallon, then $3.02, $3.04, and $3.06 along the Mass Pike. By the way, what's the deal with the 9/10 tacked on to the price of gasoline? Like $3 something isn't enough to pay, we also have to deal with the 9/10! By the time we came down on the other side of the Bourne Bridge, the price is up to $3.07, but we were all happy to be back on good old Cape Cod.
One final fact, Fort Wayne is 960 miles away from Cape Cod ... and vice versa.