We returned to Deland, Florida after a wonderful 7 days at sea. We made new friends and met up with old friends. The time off was restful and relaxing, to say the least.
We are now heading up North to Ohio do deliver some paper towels to a distribution center. The leaves have changed on a lot of the trees and that means, winter is on it's way.
Even the haze over the valley's couldn't hide the beauty of fall as we drove through South Carolina.
The bright colors of fall stood out as we looked past the baren trees. There were a few trees that did not want to give up their color.
Every time we cross this river and I read the name of it, I wonder to myself, What happened to the "Old River"?
I had to take my picture of the construction worker hard at work. No wonder the roads cost so much to build, if the workers are just looking board and wishing they were anywhere else but where they were. The way this man is sitting, you wonder what is going through his mind. I guess you could call him the "Construction Thinker".
The old churches that are on the back roads are interesting to see. They have cemetery's adjacent to the church. Some of them are very old and have interesting tombstones. There are people that go around the country and do rubbings of the old stones, as an art form.
Night has fallen as we come into Chicago, IL. The night was overcast and there was a slight mist of rain. Our friend, Jerry, lived there and worked there for awhile. Now he can see the change since he left a long time ago. And on that note, since it is night time it is time for the Sandman to come and visit. Until next time I will see you on the Other Side.
We are now heading up North to Ohio do deliver some paper towels to a distribution center. The leaves have changed on a lot of the trees and that means, winter is on it's way.
Even the haze over the valley's couldn't hide the beauty of fall as we drove through South Carolina.
The bright colors of fall stood out as we looked past the baren trees. There were a few trees that did not want to give up their color.
Every time we cross this river and I read the name of it, I wonder to myself, What happened to the "Old River"?
I had to take my picture of the construction worker hard at work. No wonder the roads cost so much to build, if the workers are just looking board and wishing they were anywhere else but where they were. The way this man is sitting, you wonder what is going through his mind. I guess you could call him the "Construction Thinker".
The old churches that are on the back roads are interesting to see. They have cemetery's adjacent to the church. Some of them are very old and have interesting tombstones. There are people that go around the country and do rubbings of the old stones, as an art form.
Night has fallen as we come into Chicago, IL. The night was overcast and there was a slight mist of rain. Our friend, Jerry, lived there and worked there for awhile. Now he can see the change since he left a long time ago. And on that note, since it is night time it is time for the Sandman to come and visit. Until next time I will see you on the Other Side.