
The patrolman politely explained that we couldn't be there and that you couldn't pay him enough money to ride on the interstate with how dangerous it was. We cordially replied that we didn't want to be there either, that the detour took us there and we didn't want to try another way around without knowing the road conditions. He advised that we get off at the next exit, which is where the detour took us anyway.
A scant few flat and easy miles later we rolled into Davenport and to the house of a friend of Travis' aunt. She and her sister were out garage sale shopping but told us to make ourselves at home, which we did, eating their food and taking a shower. They arrived about an hour later.
Normally I don't enjoy sitting around doing nothing, but I cannot put into words how great it felt to sit on a sofa watching a without moving a muscle. My afternoon of rest and relaxation was topped off with a delicious and filling meal of pasta, ribs, bread, salad, potatoes, and a chocolate cookie dessert. To top it all off, we got to spend the evening in the jacuzzi.

Time | Trip | Odometer | Average | Max |
1:52:51 | 26.0 | 2136 | 13.7 | 21.8 |