Indiana is not the friendliest place in the world. It's a lot less friendly when it rains on you for 8 hours. This was our first rain day, and it ended in ridiculous fashion. We hit some road construction, roads with no shoulders, and puddles in the road that bordered on the label lakes or rivers. We were a mandatory ride to the Kentucky border with no places to stay in sight. Day had turned into night quicker than normal because the storm that rained on us all day blocked the setting sun. This was the new scariest moment of the trip. It was also the wettest I have ever been with clothes on my body since I fell into a creek when I was five years old. On that day, I remember my parents despartely running towards my friends and the creek thinking that I had been swept away. I can only imagine they would do something similar in this situation.
And then we were saved. A man named Steve flagged us down on the side of the road. Steve is a retired geologist. He lookes for liquifaction that is caused by old earthquakes, so people do not build nuclear power plants on top of a fault line. Before we met Steve, we were deep in the world of a different kind of liquifaction.
Our savior had a farn house less than one mile away. Steve cooked us warm vegetable soup with ingredients from his garden, let us use his dryer, and his shower had the best water pressure I have experienced in quite some time. He certainly saved the day. Flapjacks and eggs in the morning provided the needed fuel for the sprint to Kentucky.
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