Day 4. Mile 380. Lincoln il.

I wasn't planning on stopping here, but I saw a bonanza and, out of
respect for my dear mother who will probably be jealous when she reads
this, I turned in for food.

I am quite eager to be out of illinois, but the roads thus far have been
gorgeous. I turned through many small towns and took pictures of the
usual roadside attractions. No one thus far has suffered me, although I
did make a baby cry when I waved. I suppose I look a bit scary.

At one point, I decided to take pictures of cows. They were scattered
across the field. Once I stopped, they all turned and looked at me.
Every single fucking one of them. Slowly they all began to walk towards
me, congregating as they came nearer. I snapped my picture and got the
hell out. I think I ate one of their cousins or something.

Route 66 is an amazing road. I think that once I leave wichita, ill try
to make my way back to it.

~ I write with your life and my own ~