Sunday, April 22, 2018

once upon a time, a road trip

In the summer of 1986, a friend and I drove from California to Chicago via the northern route. We saw some sky.

A train.


Various animals.

We even saw some presidents.

We shopped for souvenirs. I bought beaded belts.

My dog, Dandy, enjoyed the view from the car’s rear window.

He waded in the Mississippi River. (Or was this the Missouri?)

He even did a little driving!

Which was a good thing, because in Wisconsin we came across the World’s Largest Six Pack.

And after that, I needed to put my feet up for a while.