What a trip, spent the Memorial weekend in a rural Illinois town where rural flight is definetley noticeable.  Chillicothe "I think that's what it's called" but anyway's what an erie town.  This town gave me the chills.  Chillicothe is right on the Illinois river,  the beach along the river is covered in all of these old rusted out ferry boats, the feeling in the air felt like I was going to be murdered or something.   Climbing the boats and looking inside the rooms filled with t.v's, couches, and old shady curtains from the 60's that was pretty cool with that erie feeling.   Pretty interesting time.  Besides all the spookiness there was plenty of good beer that I drank!  Rock!