Like travelers everywhere, we were up before dawn, and on the road in
the middle of the night. We left a 4 in the morning, none of us having
gotten any sleep, but hey, that's all part of the fun of traveling. This
was Sunday morning, so everything was closed. Fortunately, the age of automation
has arrived, and I was able to get gas at 5:00 on a Sunday morning from
a closed gas station, by using my credit card at an automatic pump. We
swung west of Chicago, giving that large city, and it's traffic a wide berth.
Illinois is much like Wisconsin, except for being flatter and less interesting.