I spent the morning at the Lincoln Library and Museum, which one guide said "was better than Disneyland, we have all the same technology." And while the museum was neat, I didn't ride anything at all like Splash Mountain — in fact, I didn't ride anything.
Honestly, the museum was a little cheesy, focusing on a lot of the same myths the displays often discouraged. However, seeing his handwriting, letters, documents and the like in the library was a real treat for me. I bought a rather thick biography in the gift store and I'm already well into it.
After leaving the museum, which didn't allow pictures, I made my way east to Kickapoo State Park, staying based on the silly name alone. On my way, I suffered through humidity like I had never felt before. Also, the entire state smelled of a wet dog. Sticky and wet and think, not qualities you want in air.
Everything was stacked up to be a nice evening — I had a nice fire, made a good dinner and put my feet up to read. I even made a friend, who I named Rocky, of course:
Soon thereafter, a thunderstorm started to move in. I had the radio on so that I could listen to coverage of the last primary — thank goodness — and a local weather warning broke in.
Friends, the tornadoes had returned.
I closed up Pam and sat on the floor with my map, watching the thunder move toward me. The radio started to name cities I had recently driven through, and then flash flood, tornado and thunderstorm warnings all were declared for the county I found myself in.
As the tops of the trees started to sway and tiny hail started to ping against Pam. I decided to cut my losses and speed east, away from the path of the storm.
At 11:00, I made in to a hotel in Danville, where the storm missed by a few miles. However, things here got pretty wild, wind blowing out the power multiple times.
I'm serious now, I'm done with this stuff.
you can always south it up and come to florida. fun fact: you’re just in time for hurricane season.
hang in there!
A real treat, huh?