(This is part two of the heavily illustrated epic saga of our Lincoln Highway road trip/baseball pilgrimage.)
The second day of our Lincoln Highway adventure began in Dixon, Illinois. Crossing the state on the old road, we discovered this gorgeous little gas station — complete with concrete Lincoln Highway marker — in Rochelle:
Rochelle’s downtown was really cute, with plenty of historic structures, including this great old theater:
We were on the Mother Road briefly in downtown Joliet, where Route 66 and the Lincoln Highway overlap for a block or two, and had a Chicago-style hot dog and some exceptional homemade caramel corn at a Tastee-Freez somewhere around Aurora before cruising across the state line into Indiana. I’ve never been crazy about the southern part of Indiana, but the northern part of the state is another matter entirely: lots of farmland, and Goshen has one of the cutest downtowns I’ve ever seen. I bought some chile-lime salt, a bottle of strawberry Jarritos, and a couple of unusual saint candles at a Mexican grocery and took a ridiculous number of photos of the great architecture and clever decorative flourishes sprinkled around downtown:
That crosswalk isn’t really brick. It’s just paint. Don’t think I’m not planning to steal that idea and try it somewhere in Tulsa in the near future.
This little alleyway reminded me of downtown Oxford, Miss., for some reason.
Love the paint job on this old window.
This windowbox inspired another project I’m going to attempt when I get a hand free.
I’ve forgotten exactly where this drive-in was, but I love the sign:
Tomorrow: A little bit of Ohio and photos from what may be the cutest motel east of Tucumcari.