There is the Continental Divide, and then there is the Hamburger Divide. At some point in this great country, Carl’s Jr. burger joints give way to Hardees’s; I passed that point yesterday in Missouri. I knew I was unofficially east at that point.

Still haven’t eaten any fast food on the trip as I’m following the advice of Jay the Tailgate Guy on how to keep my energy up. Lots of fruits. And some nuts, some on the road as well.

I’m sitting in a rest stop in Indiana, so I’m almost home. Should get there sometime tonight and will wrap up the RV return journey in Sunday’s Post. Be sure to read it.

While we’re on the subject of food …

… I had a delicacy desert yesterday at a local store. An Oatmeal Crème Pie snack made by Little Debbie, which you can’t find by us in the Northeast. Delicious and a bargain at 35 cents. Okay, it doesn’t fit under Jay’s diet plan but I splurged.

You pick up little tidbits along the way, too. Didn’t realize that President Dwight D. Eisenhower was the father of the Interstate. Turns out that the general crossed the country in 1919 in an Army convoy, a trip that took 62 days, almost as long as mine.

When he became president, he made making the Interstate a prime objective. Good Job, Ike.

Gas prices are crazy here. I know they change state to state, but county to county, city to city in the same state. It was $3.19 a gallon before Indianapolis and $2.82 after Indianapolis, what is there and Indianapolis tax? Of course I filled it up before and not after.

The biggest thing you notice crossing the country is the people. The sights are great. The combination of snow and red rock formations along highway 89A north of Sedona were magnificent. But I want to thank all those who offered kind words on the trip and in the blog. And next year it’s on to Tampa.

Gotta run, I have at least 10 hours of driving today, a piece of cake, compared to other days. Catch you later. Be sure to check your mirrors.