On impulse, which is how I do everything, at about 7PM I attached the empty trailer to the old Ford Escort, kissed Sandra good-bye and headed out for Tennessee. I had called Larry Ramsey and told him I would be there Sunday afternoon, without thinking much about the distance involved. I stopped off at Farm & Fleet in La Crosse to get some cinch straps, rope, a tarp, and some bungees. It was nearly 8PM when I started down I-90 toward Chicago and ultimately down the road toward Tennessee.
Going through Chicago, I somehow mistakenly got off of I-90 and onto I-94. I needed to consult the map to see how to get back onto I-90, so I pulled off the interstate, checked the map, and saw that the intersection with I-65 was easy and there would not be a considerable delay. I located I-65, entered the freeway taking the sign that pointed me in the general southerly direction toward Indiana, and headed toward Indianapolis, feeling very tired and rummy. After passing several rest areas, I finally pulled off somewhere south of Indianapolis and took a short nap. It was very refreshing, and enabled me to continue relatively rested. After one more rest area nap, I arrived in New Albany, KY, the northern border of Kentucky where there are at least four interstate highways that converge. I got there about 8AM.
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