Then it became a little weird. We could tell the drive may take a little longer, and we knew we'd be getting onto a turnpike or toll road. Getting a little extra cash (okay, some cash) at the drug store after buying a trial size bottle of mouthwash, (we had to buy something), we felt prepared for the journey. The Ohio countryside was beautiful, but it was misting rain the whole way. Like tropical storm rain, if you've ever had that experience. Even the locals commented on how weird it was. And the temps were in the low 60s. Eventually we got off the toll road and stopped at Burger King for a milkshake and rest stop. Everybody in Ohio is a lot older than everybody in Tennessee. I'm not kidding. Mo, our waitress at breakfast, her name is short for Maureen, was over 70, easy. The lady who checked us out at the drug store was about the same age with a lot fewer teeth.
Anyway, after getting back in the car with our milkshakes, we realized the shakes were not right. Syrup on the bottom, not stirred, like a fruit on the bottom yogurt, only these were milk shakes and we were using straws. The ice cream was not mixed with the syrup at all, as in the term, "shake".
After finding our country highway via the GPS, we started feeling like we weren't going in the right direction. Miles down a country road, we came to a complete stop where they had closed the road to through traffic, with absolutely no detour signs or suggestions on where else to go, and this was our road to the hotel in Ft. Wayne. So we turned around, reset the GPS for alternate route and were now officially entering a time warp.
Kids riding bikes without helmets or shoulder pads or face masks. There were driveways with cars, not garages with SUVs. Houses had swings on the front porch and there was significant amounts of land between them. So weird.
