Obviously

Of course, I had to see if it really didn't have an outlet.

It didn't. The road is obviously misnamed.

Can't Help It . . .

I'm a flatlander.

I love lots of sky and space to breath, but shade can be nice, too.

I've noticed as I ride around the flatlands there seems to be lots of rock gardens. I wonder why?

I know in Michigan where I grew up we had piles and piles of rocks. Every Spring more rocks seemed to appear. My first job on the farm was picking up rocks. My Grandpa had a sheet of steel he'd pull behind the Farmall A. He called it a stone boat. I'd roll the bigger stones onto the "boat" and we'd float it to the stone pile.

The head of this dog moved in the wind.

Who knew gnomes had enemies?

I really have to notice my starting odometer reading. I've no idea how far I went, but I'm happy to say it took most of the day to get there.

No Longer

Columbia, Illinois is just over the Jefferson Barracks Bridge from South St.Louis County. It is where I-255 crosses the Mississippi River.

I managed to get out for a short ride on Sunday afternoon and decided I'd head over the J.B. Bridge to Columbia. This means I'm no longer an Interstate virgin. Whatever could this mean? I haven't a clue, but I do know I don't feel any different.

Fourth of July Morning

Horseshoe State Park, Madison County, Illinois

Little Tractors

On our walk Saturday morning we spied a father and son moment.

This was an electric tractor. The little boy even had his John Deere hat on.

I had a small tractor when I was growing up, but I had to pedal it. I would have thought it was so cool to have this tractor when I was a kid, but it was probably healthier for me to have to pedal my little tractor up and down our gravel driveway.

I pretty sure my Dad made the wagon. I'm, also, pretty sure my sister wasn't having as much fun as I was.