I leave the Kickapoo State Recreation Area and head back to US 150 West. In the town of Oakwood, IL, I head north on poorly marked county roads with the goal of switching over to US 136 West. I surprise at least one farmer; I suspect that no one other than the local residents use these roads, certainly not cyclists. Through a combination of dead reckoning and persistence, I eventually reach US 136 West. I wrote this prose poem to describe US 136 West.
I reach Moraine View State Park in the late evening. It only has RV spots with hook-ups or primitive camping, no showers, no toilets. With directions from the Rangers, I ride over to the primitive camping area. This part of Illinois is filled with clouds of bugs; I get chewed up despite my bug repellent.