Route 6 east
From Joliet IL
through Indiana to Napoleon Ohio
Distance 220 miles
I was up early and had some time to catch up on some of my travel
notes. Then it was time to pack the car
and once again on the road.
As usual I-80
is nearby. Avoid the sign and moments later I am following classic route 6
road.
Joliet - Bridge over Des Plains River |
Here the road hugs the edge of the
Des Plains River. This is my first close
up view of the river that is instrumental in linking Lake Michigan with the
Mississippi River via the Chicago Canal.
And why is this on my mind?
Number 1, because of the Asian Carp, and the
news stories I have been reading about the danger of these fish making their
way into the Great Lakes.
And secondly
because I have been on a boat cruise on the Chicago Canal and it is always fun
to imagine the various waterways that I have visited and how they connect. Of course this reminds me that I want to do a
Mississippi River adventure and this water flows that way, toward another possible adventure!
I continue to be pleasantly surprised that route 6 is always well marked, even now that I am traveling to urban centres.
I continue to be pleasantly surprised that route 6 is always well marked, even now that I am traveling to urban centres.
Joliet - Route 6 and Route 66 converge for a short stretch |
For a short stretch of road I pass the same streets of Joliet that I saw
during my journey west on route 66. Here for several blocks route 66 and route 6 converge.
Joliet - Busy rail yard |
I experience a moment of "deja vu" as I pass
the Joliet city center parking lot. I
follow the twisting and turning streets through the old parts of Joliet and
across the overpass by a huge, still busy, rail yard.
I am no longer the solitary vehicle on the road. I am in the suburban reaches of Chicago, a
strange mixture of urban and farmland interspersed with the wetlands of Spring
Creek. The Spring Creek Trail beckons for a return
visit with a longer stay to explore the area.
The Orland Park sign, population 56,800 tells the tale that I have left rural
Illinois behind.
Now I am driving through suburb after suburb, some older with mature trees and
others carved freshly out of farmer’s fields urban sprawl at its finest. Here and there a random farm clings to life,
until it too is paved over to make way from more homes and more sprawl.
A patch of remaining farmland near Orland Park |
Oak Forest, Markham, then Harvey and South Holland, Calumet City, each with
their character stamped by economic station. Mercedes Benz dealerships and used car lots tell the story of wealth or poverty in a neighbouhood. From
million dollar mansions to the ramshackle ruins of abandoned buildings, here is the class segregation of the USA
spread out before me. From huge shopping
malls where the rich play to the street corner fruit stand where the poor eke
out a living. It is all here.
And there in Calumet City route 6 temporarily ends, merging with Intestate 80 to cross the state line into Indiana. Finally at Lake Station I can get off of the high speed road and back to exploring old route 6.
And there in Calumet City route 6 temporarily ends, merging with Intestate 80 to cross the state line into Indiana. Finally at Lake Station I can get off of the high speed road and back to exploring old route 6.
New Chicago, Hobart, South Haven, more suburbs and more urban sprawl;
chain stores and franchises make them all blur together like assembly lines
towns. And then I turn a corner and I am back to greenery and rural roads.
Westville correction centre is sandwiched in there between the junk yard
cars and the fields of crops.
But there is something that feels uncomfortable here. This is a stretch farmlands that illustrate
that farming in America is facing hardships.
Poverty is clearly visible. The
pristine rows of crops stand side by side with run down homes attesting to the
fact that there is scarcity. Growing food does not guarantee an adequate
income!
Harvested fields tell the story of approaching fall |
I am starting to see the first early signs of fall, fields of stubble, a reminder of harvest time, and here and there the golden browns of autumn.
Kingsbury to Walkerton and on to Bremen; I am back to vintage charm and the
individuality of small town flavour and in between the farmlands of
Indiana.
Near Nappanee |
Then startlingly, all that changes, when around Nappanee, I cross into Amish
country. This area feels prosperous, and I wonder what it the difference? Is it the lifestyle of the family farm or the
culture of these people? This shift is
reflected in the town itself and in the surrounding country side as well.
Brimfield |
Why do some small town prosper and look healthy and others are hardly
more than a few houses left with maybe a church. Many don’t even have a gas station. Some have all the old town buildings boarded
up and deserted.
Ligonier to Wawaka, Brimfield, all the way to Kendallville there is that
same sadness of quiet desperation. Will
small town America be able to survive?
Kendallville seems to be a small urban industrialized centre. It is the first industrialized smaller city that I have seen in a long time. I stopped for coffee at Mc D's and used some wifi time to catch up on my email messages.
Kendallville |
near Curunna |
Long stretches of farmland, dotted with rundown farms and barns, through Curunna to Waterloo, and Butler and then I cross the state line into Ohio.
near Ridgeville Corners |
Egerton, Ridgeville Corners, another drive through country side and I crossed the next time zone to arrive in Napoleon Ohio, with the sun setting and casting lengthening shadows.
Napoleon |
What is this place Napoleon? The historic centre looks inviting but the outskirts are seedy and run down.
Not a single budget motel in sight. And the one I do finally find is more like a flop house....I quickly retreat.
The only quality hotel I find nearby is at the off ramp of highway 24, the Holiday Inn Express which is very expensive. My solution, I park at the far end of their parking lot just as it is getting dark and get ready for some urban car camping. Dinner and walk about in the grass verges by the parking area and then settle into my comfy car bed for some
reading and then sleep time.
Renate Dundys Marrello
2014 – 09 – 06