Per the sign, the heart of Indiana.  And where the boy's noggin went all sideways.  For why, not sure... I was left along in the motel room for far longer than I'd have liked for a 36 hour period.  Alas, of what I was allowed to see of the place, mental issues aside, was quite lovely.

Warm and inviting, eh?	The RV industry is something of a cornerstone in this part of the world, it seems.	Just a bit more of the same, eh?
It stood to reason they'd have an RV museum, even if the hours weren't useful for weekend visits.	If the car was only 12" off the ground, why do we need extra wide tires to prevent roll-over?	Well now, we've established a pattern of looking in on cemeteries on this trip, after all.