It's another pretty darn nice day in the midwest..thanks, El Nino.. cool enough to comfortably wear your gear, high cirrus clouds to keep the sun off..
no gay pirates clogging up the roadways..
Sorry.
At any rate, I thought I'd get the Aero Lario out and go for a putt. What's the plan? Uh, nothin. Just come to the first road that follows a creek..crik in hoosier speak.. then find another.
Did that for an hour or so, then realized I was pretty near the place I spent the first 5 years of my life. I'll go there. Haven't been by there for years and years. That's a place to go. Believe it or not, I got my first horse when I was three. (!) I lived on the back of Connie, and might be miles away from home. It wasn't any big deal. <shrug>
It was a 60 acre farm with a cute bungalow house, nice sized barn and chicken house. Pulled up and..
No chicken house, barn's gone.. double wide to the east, and abandoned.
<sigh> You can't go home again.
Needless to say, the airplane that had made a forced landing and just left to rot in our pasture field wasn't there, either.
That event no doubt was a life changing thing for me..
At any rate, I remembered going east to this crossroads on my horse..
Maybe he/she should rethink their business plan..
but no farther east. Don't remember mother or dad going any farther, either. The sale barn and feed store was the other way.
So..
That's why.
Try another direction..
What's this?? In central Indiana?? Shirley :smiley:they're joshing..
They were, of course.
At any rate, after quite a while of this.. just listening to the Aero engine run and it's staccato idle
I saw a water tower in the distance. Ah hah! civilization. Time for a late lunch..
Several more miles of following cricks, etc back home. A lovely fall day made all the sweeter knowing that rides like this will be scarce for a while.
Edit: Finally talked Photobucket into displaying the pix correctly..
