But To Where? I Didn't Have A Clue

Last Saturday I had to go to the bank. It was supposed to be a simple there and back errand, but the weather was really nice . . . and Heather was working . . .and I didn't really have anything to do that couldn't be put off until tomorrow. It seemed like a really good idea to just keep riding. But to where? I didn't have a clue.

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.

As I walked back to where I'd parked Billie I had to cross over some railroad tracks. I looked down the tracks and saw the old Webster train depot. Billie just had to have her picture taken in front of it. Off we went.

There is a model train club that uses the depot now.

Not far from the Depot I spotted this tree.

The trees here are just beginning to change color. I decided to ride around and see if I could find some more early performers like the one above.

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.

I saw this little Autumn flower garden and thought it was nice.

The only thing missing is a flamingo or two.

And then there was this beauty.

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.

I found that not many of the trees in Castlewood have much color. They are at that fixing to change stage -- just sort of, kind of almost yellow but still green.

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

I left the Condo at 1030 to go to the bank. I returned home at 1500.

Life is good.