The first real stop in Indiana, and it was, well, sort of anti-climatic.  Not that I really expected anything more than to no longer be in Illinois.  And for a very small, ignorant minority, there is a belief that there is a "Terre Haute Sound" amongst the garage bands of the city.

No city sign here, but I'll settle for a festive banner any day.	But not everyone is festive; seen here is a bunch of people with signs... eek, protesters!	A block away was a flag and a government building to remind me of  the right to freely assemble and protest.  Those pesky Bill of Rights.