We left Black Lick around 5:55. I mention that fact because I delight in being ahead of schedule. Yes, I am strange. We had planned to be on the road at 6:00, to be to Wheeling Cabela's when they opened at 8:00.

Riah read for about an hour, fell asleep for a half an hour, and woke up right before we got out of Pa., when we stopped to get a license plate along the road. He was glad to know how close we were to Wheeling when he woke up. The plate we found was Ohio. We found another one just like it later in the day. We saw four other plates throughout the day, but none were safe enough to get to, so we passed them up :(

Riah loves his green Cabela's hat. Riah loves his rust orange Cabela's hat. Riah loves them both so much he wears them a lot! And since I was getting tired of seeing him in the same hats, I suggested we get a different color since he likes them so much. They are only $5.00, and they seem to feel nice on his head, so it's a cool thing for him. He picked his hat, played in the tents outside for a little bit, and off we went down the road.

Our next stop was Huffman Prairie Flying Field, in Dayton, where the Wright brothers tested their flying machines after Kitty Hawk. It was here that they perfected steering, and eventually they taught others how to fly here, including military pilots. The actual plane model that is usually there was not in the hanger, we were told by a security guard at the base that every other weekend it is not in the shed. I don't recall the National Park website mentioning that fact, but we still had a lot of fun exploring the area. UNTIL.... we realized we were in the direct line of a firing range. Not sure how this is considered safe, and we even found a sign warning that a certain area wasn't, but to my over protective mommy mind, I was sort of thinking I was glad we were safe and leaving the place!

We took Route 35 towards Richmond, Indiana. Riah loves a Hot Wheels movie that is about a fictional Highway 35, so this was a fun photo op for him. Most of the drive though, he had his nose buried in a Star Wars book. But Wayne and I enjoyed the few small towns we passed through and the ruralness of the route as opposed the concrete monotony of Interstate 70.

We stopped at Cracker Barrel in Richmond for lunch. Riah is all about ordering off the adult menu, and proving he can eat adult portions. Is there any doubt looking at The Boy that he eats well? No doubt here. He was amused that in Richmond you leave Ohio, go to Indiana for lunch, then scoot back the road to Ohio for gas, the back into Indiana towards Grandma's.... this back and forth always seems to make him laugh.

We stopped at the Illinois line to pick up a state tour book, and were back on the road to Champaign. Grandma was waiting for us when we arrived. We had Panera for supper, and I was planning to share a sandwich with Riah, but he ate the whole thing. So, I had a few pickles. I was still full from Cracker Barrel, and oddly enough, two pickles from Panera seemed perfect for supper really! A tree fell up the street, so that was the excitement here tonight. The Champaign police are sitting over there now because it's blocking the road. It's been pretty windy all day.

Riah and Grandma are making cookies now. Wayne is snapping pictures. I am gonna shrink pictures and upload soon. Tomorrow we will see the family for lunch and hopefully some friends around town.

I am uploading tonight, but I may not be updating every night. BUT, I will get the pictures all up when we get home, if not while we are gone. I am going to just enjoy this time with The Boy and not worrying about the website, but there is usually a little time each day to play catch up, so check in and you may find new pictures of a really cute, really smart, really adorable little guy traveling each day!

































































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