We are following the old Lincoln Highway, America's first transcontinental highway. It's great because all the real traffic is on "new 30", so "old 30" is deserted. For much of the distance we are on tertiary roads that follow "old 30" so there really is no traffic at all. Here's the view forward:
We are quite visible in our day-glo shirts, and vehicles give us the entire lane when they pass. Ironically, when we are on a road with a shoulder, cars pass us closer.
Our choice today was to go 34 miles to Plymouth, or 79 miles to Valparaiso. There are no hotels in between. Given the forecast, 79 miles was not going to happen--we'd need a tailwind, a sunny day, and performance-enhancing drugs to go that far. We pulled into Plymouth at noon and made friends with the staff of the Marshall County visitors' bureau. Culver apparently is the jewel of Marshall County, with a beautiful lake, a resort, and upscale dining (as well as the school- as noted in the comments by one of its most distinguished alumni). After lunch, the skies opened up so we sheltered in the Visitors' Center and read all the literature they had about the area attractions. Here's our new friend and the outside of the Visitors' Center:
Here's the view from the inside:
Eventually it let up enough for us to make a run for the Holiday Inn Express which was probably 2 miles north of the city center. Up this street:
So you can see some rain had fallen. Yesterday a fellow we met while sheltering from yesterday's rain told us that Plymouth was built on a swamp, as the farmers wanted to save the best land for farming.
We are feeling refreshed after an afternoon nap. It will continue to storm all night here, but tomorrow is supposed to be clear, so it should be a good day.