Eat Here Get Gas

I had a good laugh when I saw this sign along an Indiana highway yesterday. For one mad moment I considered stopping there for lunch. It was no surprise that they were out of business.

Wandering Indiana

I'm back on the road again, this time wandering Indiana. Van was in need of a check-up so I took him to see the friendly Sportsmobile dealer in Huntington. He had a defective propane gas detector which I swear was possessed. The detector would go off intermittently, but only during the middle of the night when I was sound asleep. I put up with it for several months until one night I couldn't take it any longer. In a crazed stupor, I took a pair of wire cutters and crawled on my belly under my bed in an attempt to stop the incessant beeping. The detector was mounted high enough, in the tiny space under my bed, that my bifocals were useless. I managed to stop the flashing light, but the evil alarm kept on beeping. It wasn't until morning and after I'd had my first cup of coffee, that I realized I could have saved myself a lot of trouble if I'd just pulled its fuse out.

Van now has a new detector and the propane system was checked out and given the ok, so I hope to sleep soundly tonight. The day has been cold, windy and gray, but I'm staying in a state park with electricity, so the night should be warm and cozy...and quiet.

As I drove over the Salamonie Dam this afternoon I stopped to take a few pictures of the view--- a study in shades of brown.