Last weekend's trip to Chicago was a bit of a whirlwind of driving, driving, shopping, driving, construction, driving. I'm not complaining -- it certainly beats the pants off the drive from here to the Black Hills (billboards for Wall Drug for 300+ miles, ack!) -- but there wasn't a lot of time to actually see Chicago, so I'm going to have to go back soon. To be truthful, the only reason I went was to go to IKEA to buy stuff for my house (Billy bookcases, lights, etc). Oh, I looked around, yes I did, trying to find equivalent items at affordable prices locally, but just had no luck at all. And I intended to actually see the city, but that didn't happen. I saw part of northern Chicago, but none of the sights the city is known for. Lame, huh? At least I got my bookcases and can now organize my media collections in a better fashion.
It also rained all day Sunday. Rained and rained and rained. All the way back to the border of Minnesota. I had some jumbo plastic tarp thingies, though, so the stuff in the trailer only got a bit damp. With the wet conditions, the already-in-swing road construction kinda sucked.
By the way, the Chicago IKEA is really flippin' big. Huge. And busy as all get out on the weekends. Plan accordingly.