Day 77 / Mile 9085.
So against advice I was given for my safety and well-being, I rolled from St Louis towards the Great Lakes. Chicago has a long history of mafia, especially because of the famed Al Capone. I wasn't worried about the mob, it's just a different environment than the sleepy beach towns of Southern California. Then you have Detroit, the entire city filed bankruptcy last year and the place is half abandoned or burned down. That place actually had me on edge, especially for a skinny white hipster dude in a mini van with California plates... some laws of nature you just don't tempt. But I'm either stupid or brave, or both, and went for it.
It's really cold here. It's so cold the fresh water tank in my camper is frozen solid, so my sink doesn't work. I'm also running the furnace all night so I'm going through a lot of propane and it's really hard to find around here to fill up. The cold is also sucking the life out of my camera batteries after almost each shoot. Knowing that the East Coast is getting hammered right now, I'm changing my route and going to rolls backwards and head straight south right now. I'll get to the Gulf of Mexico and then head east to Florida, go North to Maine, then work back to this point and cross down to Texas and be back on route. I just need to thaw out a little bit!