Road Trip

I leave work around 3 PM. I’m out in the suburbs, so it takes me almost 2 and 1/2 hours to get past the city, anywhere near I-65 South to Indianapolis. For some reason, every time I pass this particular overpass… I think of brontosaurs. Not sure why, but I do:

Once you actually enter Indiana, the ride down into the center of the state is flat and monotonous. I tried taking a picture to capture how plain and flat the landscape was – this image does nothing to represent the landscape.