Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

the trip, which we expected to be at least 500 miles. Like last week’s trip, it was like a strange confused dream. Having so far to go, we realized that “dalliance by the way” could have no place in our program. As we started out we would say—“we won’t really feel we are on our way, until we are past such & such a point”—then being past it, we would project the “real” starting point to one further into new country, until we were on 82, having left 91 which is at Twinsburg, about 24 miles south of Willoughby. From there on, it seemed an endless road ever westward. Following a cool night it was the day developed into a sunny cloudless day, very warm & humid. The western part of Ohio, was of an almost incredible flatness and the road seemed to stretch into infinity, without a curve. At first rather frightening & oppressive, eventually this quality of endlessness became almost thrilling in its vastness. Lunch at Norwalk—very unsatisfactory (stuff breast of veal)—  At about the state line near Indiana One brief interlude lying under a tree, to release & rest—the blissful quality to clouds & sky when one is tired. At about the state line near Indiana—we ran into a thunderstorm, which tho brief, was very violent—with blinding rain and many bolts of lightning, one of which came down very close to us. The uproar was almost continuous. B was driving at the time. (The incident of the man in a town running around on the street picking up branches whom we about ran over). Dinner at Nappanee, Ind. A delicious sizzling Porterhouse