It was another frustrating day on the roads of Illinois, far and away the least bike-friendly state we've seen thus far. We've spent this evening planning what will hopefully be a successful break for Iowa tomorrow. Goal is Dubuque, where we'll splurge for a motel. If you know of any must-see attractions there, let us know as soon as you can!
I said this on the Twitter earlier, but its sheer bizarreness is worth repeating, I think. On three separate occasions today - breakfast, lunch, and while checking into the campground - I asked to pay with my debit card (easier than carrying and using lots of cash), and I was politely told each time that no cards were accepted. Then, I was immediately encouraged to pay with a personal check. "Have we biked to 1976?" I asked Aaron.
I should note that I'm writing this while sitting atop the washing machine at the Ruffit Park Campground outside of Rock Falls. I found an outlet where I could charge the phone in here, plus we just finished some laundry. I feel like a hobo.
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