There are only two seasons in my home state of Pennsylvania: winter and construction. Illinois made me feel like I was back in good ole Pennsy. Construction everywhere!
It was slow going for the first hundred miles, compounded by ferocious winds, gusting 40 mile an hour winds; winds that slammed into the side of the Winnebago making it feel like a Weeble. My arm and back muscles were getting a work-out just keeping the RV steady and on the road.
The weather band station was warning “high profile vehicles” to pull over. Must be those big rigs, the 18 wheelers. Then the announcer came on defining high profile vehicles, which included me! Will wonders never cease to exist!
I followed the other “big rigs” into a rest area. There I learned forecasts were for higher winds in the afternoon. Decision time: push ahead or stay put.
Since the breadth of Illinois on I-80 is only about 160 miles and I had already gone 110, I decided to press on. In my naivete I thought crossing into the next state would make a difference. Hah!
Despite more high winds I discovered an Iowa that welcomes travelers in spades. The rest areas are mini-museums each with a theme specific to its area. I stopped at the Davenport rest area which portrays historical aspects of the Mississippi River. I felt like a tourist. They also had free wifi.
That night I stayed at Arrowhead Park in Neola, Iowa. It was a peaceful little park with a lake and very unique, one of a kind, ancient showers. They may even have been prehistoric.
My shower stall made of whitewashed cinder blocks had a pull chain. When the chain was pulled, water came out of the shower nozzle. I lathered up, then pulled the chain for the water to flow. Nice, hot water but there was no way to keep the water flowing without holding onto the chain.
In all, I probably used only 2 gallons of water for my shower. It was a personal record and my first foray into forced conservation. However, it would not be my last.
(aka Tin Can Traveler)