Setting off from comfortable Monroeville was a bit like getting going from a motel, and there was a second breakfast, for myself, at the Blueberry Pancakes cafe, though I actually chose apple and cinnamon. So the bike ride started in a buzz of sugar and caffeine, so the first twenty miles flew by. Before we left we met Lois from the Monroeville News and one of the people who keep the long distance cyclist hospitality project going - it dates back over 30 years with various people involved. The Blueberry Pancakes cafe has a nice mural of the tram system - the interurban - that used to link towns and cities around here - Lois took our photo there and we may yet be in the Monroeville paper! Rich also waved us off as we were leaving the town. It's the most hospitable place yet! The crops that seem to dominate, as we cycle along, are sweetcorn and soy - I'd not seen much soy before, though it has a beany look to the plant. Apparently the farms are most often owned by big investors and run by tenant farmers. The problem today was the lack of anywhere to buy food or drink - we are surrounded by green stuff but can't buy some spinach or lettuce... Our diet is once again deriving from petrol stations - we will be staring amazed at lettuces again soon... A dog ran after us briefly today though it never left the verge, barked furiously and looked rather plump from fat not muscle. Dogs on the road are bad news because wobbling around trying to avoid a dog is dangerous - there's sufficient fast traffic to not allow much wandering around as you cycle. Some dogs are kept back by some sort of invisible barrier - perhaps ultrasonic. More by a fence. The roadside seen is superficially like the flatness of East Anglia but there are no footpaths across fields - so property usually makes no allowance for public access. No doubt this makes the Americans treasure their trails, longer distance paths, all the more, and the State Parks - such as where we are now camping (this one has a focus on horse trails and camping with your horse). Today's ride went via a great deal of soya and maize flatlands until we crossed a dam on the Salamonie River and noticed the thunder clouds building up. So rather than do a very long day towards a campsite at Fletcher that we couldn't get on the phone, we turned into the wooded and lush State Park camping. Once again, no showers and just filling station food. The rain did arrive - just as we returned from a jaunt to find food in the nearby town of Lagro (6 miles there and back). Light thunder, no lightning, and a brief torrential downpour followed by light rain. Our food from the filling station would have been bagged in paper by the kindly gent that was behind the counter but I caused surprise yet again, indeed open mouthed surprise, by handing the bag back saying 'I'm on a bike so I've pannier bags'. Well not a lot happens around here so perhaps it was valuable. Our time zone is about to change, so we must be making progress too.