Mexico is east of Columbia, Missouri

Approximately 600 miles later, I'm in Kansas City! I left home this morning around 9am (getting up early is overrated). I decided to listen to my GPS to get to I-70, even though I knew how to get there. Turns out my GPS prefers routes that take me through the Indiana countryside, as opposed to straight highways. So I was winding my way through farm implement dealers and cornfields, when all of a sudden I saw a sign pointing down a side road: Highest point in Indiana.

Well, how could I pass that up? So I drove (east, mind you) for a few miles, hoping to see a sign demarcating the actual Indiana high point. No such luck. But I figure I at least came close. I eventually got onto I-70, and drove, and drove, and drove. And drove some more. Nothing too exciting. Some areas had gotten a lot of rain over the last few days, so there was some flooding around, but nothing that hindered my progress. And then about halfway through Missouri, I saw a sign for an eastbound highway... going to Mexico. After doing a double-take, and reviewing my North American geography, I came to the conclusion that Mexico is probably a town in Missouri. In case you're wondering, my hunch was confirmed by the radio announcement that the Mexico Optimist's Club baseball games tonight were cancelled. Good to know. And now I'm hanging out in a hotel room listening to thunder, watching Stephan Colbert for the first time in months, and eating the second half of my five dollar foot-long. Tomorrow: Colorado! (Hopefully).