My only single state trip and it was the worst. It started out by trying to find a sterno stove for my camp that night. Apparently in IL, they have a different definition of down the street. Long story short, it took me 2 hours and a lot of stores to find a sterno stove. I went from ACE to Home Depot to Sports Authority (doesn't exist BTW) then finally Dick's (it was two-stories and had everything). Now that it is 11 o'clock I started my 6 hour drive to Granite City.
The drive blew. Really hot. Burnt my driving arm. No scenery. After the drive I was done. I want to take a plane to Vegas. I stopped at another oddball attraction. I think I'm done with those too. Giant Abe Lincoln on a giant wagon. I'm doing straight shots from here on out.
I got to the Public Park in Granite City and found the campgrounds. There were a few locals there and I got a big whiff of deliverance. Being by myself I kept driving and made my way to a KOA camp. KOA is pretty much the Holiday Inn of campgrounds. Nothing special but it's safe, somewhat clean place. I set my tent up under an aluminum pavalion since it was supposed to downpour at night (never did). I got there at 5 and was incredibly bored. I left my laptop cable in Chicago so I lost my plan of watching a movie. Instead I started reading Angels and Demons, still don't like it but I forgot my Chuck book in Manchester. I also forgot to put my video podcasts on my iPod so that was out. So I read for a little bit, went swimming in the pool, shot some hoops, then called it a night at around 10. When all else fails, I guess sleep is an option. But after a long grueling day I thought it was justified. Next time though, I'm picking up beer.
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