We drove 3.5 hours, through western Illinois, got our first oil change, went across the Mississippi river [after stopping to touch the water], and pretty much drove through the middle of nowhere, to get to... well, to the middle of nowhere.  But this nowhere has a hallowed field, and it turned out to be both of our favorite days of the trip thus far.

After arriving, we immediately made our way to the field, ran the bases, and had a catch.  We fielded ground balls, pitched from the mound, and also had a toss in the outfield, beside the short, but growing corn fields.  Besides the small bench, rustic farm house, two American flags and a small new gift shop, the field is the only thing that can be seen besides fields of corn and the occasional tree.

This cloudy and windy day provided us with a perfect setting to take some great pictures.  We tested our creative sides, and even helped other visitors with pictures of their own.  Nowhere, as we found out, can be as exciting and fun as a packed city... but there still has to be a baseball field!

We drove back to Chicago, stopped for pizza in Winnebago, Illinois, and stopped at Neal's friend Kevin's house for the night.  Another good night sleep, then off to Green Bay and Milwaukee in the morning!