Well, I've been wandering Indiana for several years now and I documented my travels in my earlier thread "Wandering in Indiana." Photobucket has decided to hold all my images on its site until I pay $400 a year to be allowed to embed them, so I abandoned my thread and Photobucket. Temps low enough I needed a fleece under my jacket and almost no humidity. Rare day in central Indiana in July. Not a cloud in the sky--no way I was staying home. I decided to ride to Paris. No, not that one, but Paris, IN. My first stop was in North Salem when I spotted this old gal for sale. My dad was a Rambler guy and so is one of my former students. I was getting ready to turn right at stop and continue on west when I saw this place. I have a fondness for old buildings being reclaimed by nature, so I went straight to get a picture. I had noticed three figures on the porch next to where I parked, but hadn't really paid attention them. I was a bit startled when a nice young woman came around the front of my bike (I was taking a picture and had my helmet on) and she asked what I was doing. She hastened to assure me that she was just curious and said, "We were getting ready to wave to you when you suddenly went straight and stopped." The "we" turned out to Lydia, her son and her mother. We had a nice conversation about riding, photography and our teaching careers. She is an interpreter for the deaf in Bloomington. Half a block later. Old barns dot the Indiana landscape and there are a lot of them that I can't get photos of due to road conditions (too much traffic, no shoulder, etc.) but I stop when I can. These two are west of IN-41 somewhere. My cell provider doesn't have much coverage in the western part of the state, so no GPS to call on. (Just a couple of artsy shots of a prototypical round barn.) By this time I was lost. I could see an electric generating plant off to the west and I thought perhaps there would be civilization somewhere near it, so I used it as a reference point. Gas was getting low and I hadn't seen anything but empty farm land for about 30 minutes. (I was having a great time!) Finally found gas in Cayuga, IN. Three nice women in the gas station tried to help me figure out what road to take to get to Paris, but I decided to hit Danville, IL instead. First time I've crossed state borders while riding, so there ya' go. World traveling next. (Probably not, but I can dream.) Paris will have to wait. (I was worried I wouldn't want to go back to the farm after seeing the lights of Paree.) I stopped several times to see if I could buy a map, but no place I stopped had one. Looks like I might want to pick up an atlas to keep in the top case. Last photos on this trip. An old F-80. I think this one is an Interurban station in Veedersburg, IN, but it might just be an old railroad depot. Got back home at about 4:30 after a great time on the bike.