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Since I had a few hours to kill, I opened up Streets & Trips on my laptop and looked for anything interesting in the area. I found Shakamak State Park about 40 minutes South-East of Terre Haute.
The park was very quiet and peaceful. I only saw two other people during the four hours I was walking around there. I saw a lot of woodpeckers and cardinals but I couldn’t get close enough to take any good pictures. The couple good pictures I did take were of the lake.
I picked Megan up and we headed straight for Indianapolis. We checked in at our motel and then drove around the University of Indianapolis campus for a while.
The next morning I dropped Megan off at the interview and then drove around downtown Indianapolis. Again it was extremely foggy so I couldn’t get any good pictures downtown. I drove to Riverside Park and relaxed for a while. Before I knew it, it was nearly 4:00, time to pick Megan up.
We left Indianapolis and headed home, stopping at my new favorite restaurant, Waffle House just inside the Ohio border. We finally got home around 10:30 on Saturday night.
As much as I wasn’t looking forward to the possibility of living in Indiana, I was encouraged by the number of bowling alleys in the area. I must have driven past four in Terre Haute and at least six in Indianapolis, one of them had eighty lanes! Many of them also had a neon sign, similar to the ‘no vacancies’ signs on motels, that indicated whether or not the alley currently had open bowling. That’s a good idea.
If there were a bowling alley with a sign indicating open bowling status by my house, I’m pretty sure I’d end up getting sidetracked on my way to/from work and end up bowling. “You didn’t come home from work until midnight last night.” “Yeah… I went bowling again.”
I hate indiana.
Fatty, you really have a way with words.
Besides all of the obvious reasons to hate the state, have you had any personal problems with it or the ‘hoosiers’ within?
It’s a really long story but it involves a borrowed car, a flooded cornfield and a water pump.
Also, I have driven through indiana many time but I have never found a good reason to stop inside the state.
Also, the worst traffic jam I have ever been in was in indiana.
I don’t really have anything against the people though.
“I” states are pretty wierd as a rule…
I have some very disturbing stories from Indiana, involving late-night alochol hunting, and men chopping meat wearing nothing but aprons.
It’s a bizarre place.
having lived an hour away from indiana, i didn’t find it too much different from michigan. at least south west michigan. the worst traffic jam i’ve ever been in is a toss up between all of us30 in arkansa and the flood of people leaving blue lake fine arts camp near muskegan. fortunately i’ve never been present for men chopping meat in nothing but aprons. the real down side to indiana in my opinion is that the entire state is a speed trap.