We didn’t head
south soon enough though. The weather caught us.
We stopped in
Amarillo in a hotel tonight to take a break from the wind and the cold.
It’s good to have options.
We need to drop
one more increment of latitude.
We didn’t head
south soon enough though. The weather caught us.
We stopped in
Amarillo in a hotel tonight to take a break from the wind and the cold.
It’s good to have options.
We need to drop
one more increment of latitude.
Heading
southward. It seems like time.
We didn’t spend
any time in the high country during the peak of fall colors. We’re
leaving the fall colors of Becky and Brian’s neighborhood behind.
Christie submitted
her colors from Leavenworth on the eastern slope of the Cascades.
Our spot for the
night at John Martin Reservoir State Park. Our van is that little dot in
the middle by the pond.
Turns out there is
a photo of Dad and the hat.
Thank you, brother
Tom.
Turns out brother
Bill had the hat too (sort of). I’d make this photo from about 1954 plus
or minus.
Lake Minatare State Recreation Area in
Nebraska. It has a lighthouse.
It doesn’t need a lighthouse. It’s not a
very big lake, and it’s in Nebraska! But during the dark days of the
depression, it was constructed as a beacon of hope. Built entirely of
native stone by the Veterans Conservation Corps, it was completed in 1939 and
is now known as the Plains Lighthouse. It doesn’t really have a light at
the top. It serves as an observation tower and attraction.
I just remembered;
Dad had a hat like this.
A wide-brimmed
hat. He wore it fishing at Lake Wohlford. I can’t find any pictures
of him with it on though.
In September I
sent out the morning view of the tree in Becky’s back yard.
Something was
happening at the top.
Update. The
tree in October.
Yup, something’s
happening here.