I headed over toward Webster Groves. Webster Groves has some nice streets that I like to putter down. It seemed like a good place to start.
I crossed I-44 on Rock Hill Road. Often there is a young man standing on the sidewalk of this bridge. Sometimes he is holding a toy semi truck and trailer. He pumps his arm as trucks go under the overpass trying to get the truckers to sound their horns. He has been doing this for years and is well known. I didn't know they had named this crossing after him until today.
|I mentioned my discovery to Heather and, of course, she already knew.|
|There is a model train club that uses the depot now.|
|Not far from the Depot I spotted this tree.|
In the process I discovered that Rock Hill was having their Fall Festival.
|Part of the festivities was a car show. I pulled in and took this photo. I only took one and decided my finger over the lens was like Princes cough on She Wore A Purple Beret -- somehow it just belonged. I'm not much into cars, but I do like yellow.|
Just down the road is possibly my favorite named eating establishment.
|I've never eaten here, but I love the name.|
|The only thing missing is a flamingo or two.|
Here's a maple trying to get it's red on.
I started to wonder what the trees farther out looked like and decided to head for Castlewood State Park. On the way, since I had a developed a sub-theme of railroads, I stopped at the Big Bend and Geyer crossing and took this picture.
|If you can make the picture bigger you can see the Arch. The Arch is at least fifteen miles away.|
But there were plenty of leaves on the ground.
When I got back to the bike I noticed Billie had a visitor.
|This dragonfly stuck around just long enough for me to take its picture|
Life is good.