It was a truck fire

Greg's blog indicated that we went to Anika's birthday party yesterday, and that was one of the fun parts of the day. One of the completely not fun parts of the day was when it took us 4 hours and 15 minutes to drive a distance that should have taken us about 2 hours and 15 minutes. The other not fun part was when we walked back to the hotel from the restaurant (with the girls, of course) at 9:30 p.m. or so and we saw a scary crazy person. I know, I shouldn't label people as crazy, but this guy was wearing hospital scrubs and still had identification bracelets around both of his wrists. His behavior was abnormal, and he was standing on the sidewalk, right in the direction we needed to go. Fortunately, his attention was drawn by a man parking a car on the street and we passed behind him, then booked down the block. He followed us for a minute or so and then disappeared.

As for that other not fun thing, the trip down, oh my. We got about 35 minutes into our journey when the traffic on the interstate came to a complete halt. I hate when that happens. We did the stop-and-go thing for awhile and then got to Beloit, where the state troopers forced everyone off the road. They closed the interstate. We've been through this before, unfortunately, so we knew what would happen next. The traffic was forced east (which is actually the direction we needed to go), but it was northeast, which wasn't that great. The police blocked the turnarounds and they blocked several exits on the detoured route, so we had to keep going northeast. And the state highway that we were detoured to the last time this happened was, itself, detoured for road construction.

Are you starting to get a feel for how hopeless this situation felt?

We ended up heading south and east eventually, on a two-lane highway through small towns that were completely unprepared to deal with all the traffic (both directions) from a very busy section of interstate. After an unfortunate map reading error, we eventually got back onto the interstate heading towards Chicago. It just took us two extra hours. The actual interstate closure was caused by a truck that had a tire shred and start on fire. The truck was carrying ethyl alcohol, and though it didn't explode, it did burn. The driver wasn't hurt.

The girls were very good, we got there eventually and had a great time at the party, and the rest of our weekend was pretty darn pleasant. We're just glad to be home. Next weekend, we're planning on staying in our own bed. Our new-decorative-bedcover-compliments-of-(Don't-you-love)-IKEA bed, thank you very much.