Crossing the border from Michigan into Indiana is pretty much the same thing as crossing I-80 in some places. Looking back to the north, I can still see the I-80 traffic, but can barely hear it. The entire tone of the ride changes here — it becomes very quiet and the world suddenly seems less constricted. I’m not sure the decibel level changes, but in some sense it’s quiet.
Looking south, there is a bridge over the Fawn River. In some places the Indiana roads don’t quite line up with the Michigan ones. I’m not sure that’s the reason for this particular jog in the road, though. The bullet holes in the sign suggest that it isn’t always a quiet place, but when I cross the border into Indiana at places like this, I always feel I can relax and breathe deeply.
Just the same, when I make the return trip across the border back into Michigan, it usually occurs to me that I should get off and kiss the ground. I haven’t ever done it, though.
These photos are from May 31, toward the end of day 1 of a two-day ride that ended near Ligonier, Indiana.
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