Next to the Marriot was Ft. Jesse Rd. It's one of the farm roads that literaly goes to the end of the state. We hopped on and sailed. We were eager for our last time zone. The day was hot and clear. We made the ninety miles by evening. But alas, no time zone sign at the state border. We pushed hard into dusk to a motel.

We came up with the game of sneaking up on water towers here. The towns broke up the monotony of the fields. At these town oasis we could buy refreshments. Water towers mark towns. It seemed that the moment you spot a water tower, and start getting excited about the town, the tower disappears behind some trees or hills. Its as if the towns are running away, making the ride longer. We decided to sneak up on all of them.