All of the highways that I thought of taking from Cleveland to Mishawaka were all merged just west of Cleveland, so I ended up riding on an interstate for the first hour or so. Since I hadn't been riding on this type of highway, where the speed limit was 70 mph, for much of the trip, I forgot how it could be a bit monotonous. Luckily, highways 2 and 20, and a few intermediate county roads, eventually split off from the interstate.
The hilly terrain around Cleveland eventually gave way to flatter farmland. The horizon went from being the next hilltop to being miles and miles of cornfields. After crossing into Indiana, it became slightly more hilly, but the roads were just long and straight.
Since it was Sunday, I passed many Amish farms with 20 to 30 horse drawn buggies parked in the yards with their passengers congregated near the farmhouses.
The timing of my trip worked out well as I ended up arriving at my parent's place on Father's day. My dad took a break from the yard work as I pulled up the driveway. We spent to rest of the afternoon visiting and watching the end of the US Open. My younger brother Stephen was in a good mood, as the Cubs won.
