I had to head out to Valporaiso, Indiana last week and took the easier but longer route down U. S. 30 to get to where I wanted to go. While it was cloudy, it wasn’t rainy and I sort of enjoyed the trip, despite the early hour.

It had been years since I had gone out that way. When I was younger, my family went out to Lake Eliza this way and it was interesting for me to see the area almost 40 years later.

I thought the whole way would be filed with stores and restaurants as I traveled the way. Yet, believe it or not, it wasn’t.  Sure, the area around the I-65 corridor was congested, but the nearer I got to Valpo, the less congested it became. Apparently it’s still the land that time, and progress has forgot. I’m glad in away. As I got to the open area, I became more relaxed and enjoyed the ride more.

I passed Lake Eliza. I would have stopped over and checked how things have changed in the nearly 40 years since I last was there. But this was March and I had a deadline to meet. The cold and dreary weather would not spark any summer memories of days gone by. The resort ws probably closed anyway.

Maybe I’ll take a ride this way again during the Summer and visit the area when it finally wakes up from the Winter Slumber. Maybe, I’ll be disapointed that the place hasn’t improved. Who knows what I’ll find. I only know now that the memories that I have will stay with me forever. That is something time cannot erase.