Now some of you know that I was planning to drive to Nebraska to visit my long-lost cousin Karen. Understand dear reader, that no matter how badly I wanted to get there, it just wasn’t going to happen. I called her and told her I would like to fly in to Omaha, Nebraska, but that I just couldn’t bear the drive… It would be another whole day there, and then two days to get back from Omaha to Home.
And so it was that the next morning I packed all my things into my truck, walked about taking a few last impressions with my camera, and then I just had to get going. Jayme had given me Ibuprofen for my back and I went out and got the engine started. I sat for a moment while the engine warmed, thinking about my stay and the long journey ahead of me. I was glad to have come, but eager to be home again.
Backing out of the drive I heard the gravel crunch under my truck’s wheels took one last look at Jayme’s home… and there she was in the window waving good-by!
I turned into the road and drove off the sound of NUVIna’s admonishing voice…
“Recalculating route!”
It was going to be a LONG way home…
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I would like to share with you some of the photos that would not fit into the previous posts.
A side note: Jayme, Glenco and I watched a special on Chihuly the famous ‘glass blower.’ Weeeelll… it turns out that he does not actually BLOW the glass himself but designs and then directs master glass blowers to turn out what he wants to make.
So now you’ll ask: “So what’s your point?”
My point is that Aaron wanted to try out a camera like mine so I let him. I told him what I wanted to see and then gave him cart blanche to snap away. He took hundreds of photos and then I went through and edited them down to what I was looking for. So, in a way I am to Aaron’s photos as Chihuly is to mouth blown glass sculpture… yes?
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Here are some of my favorites Aaron took for me at the lake
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Sand in the making.
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Liquid Steel
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At the end of the day.
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Again, a special thank you to Aaron for catching this loveliness for me to Chihuly-ize.
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And these photos are mine from the trip home.
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They all told me I had missed the fall beauty.
Their eyes were shut.
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I once read an old folk tale wherein a poor fisherman is offered three wishes by a magic fish…
I politely told him, “No thank you.” And went my own way.
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(Bob told me he could not see the fish… It is the stones, look again!)
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A little chapel ca. 1850 on the Tippecanoe Battle grounds…
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Arriving too late for the sermon, I nonetheless found the message inspiring…
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The Battle ground Memorial of Tippecanoe was the only stop I allowed myself on the way home. As I pulled up into the parking lot I had to fight the urge not to cry. Some would blame it on being hormonal, others might think me far to sensitive… I have no explanation for my reaction, not really… but feeling the way I did made this memorial icon seem dreadfully huge and out of place.
I do not wish to offend anyone. I am only trying to put words to how I felt at that moment.
I could not go in.
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Back on the road and making yet another pit stop, I was suddenly impressed with how much Highway 65 resembles a gun barrel.
We all drove it at 70 + miles an hour, hurtling ourselves towards our destination, whilst multi-ton trucks did the same…
all jockeyed for position.
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It was a death trap that I survived to get home in time for
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Fall!
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And in the morning I let out the geese. All were pouting save Polly…
and she honored me with a dance!
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Life on the Farmlet 
Beautiful post, Lynda. Thank you for sharing this journey with us.
Beautiful post, Lynda. Thank you for sharing this journey with us. Polly looks like a very happy goose. 😀 What an honor to have her dance for you.
Lovely thoughts and pics Lynda. Funny you should mention how you felt when close to the memorial . . . I to feel similar when in old graveyards, especially when we honor and remember the fallen on ANZAC day every year – I always cry, feeling sadness and thankful both at the same time.ANZAC stands for `Australian and New Zealand Army Corp, it is a day of remembrance, old soldiers marching and the young looking on with wide eyes at the old diggers slowly making their way in the. dawn parade, the sound of solemn band music and always the Last Post. Ellena and I have for years now, placed a red flanders poppy at the memorial for my Grandfather who fought in WW1 – we will remember them ..
You and Aaron are a good team! Great shots. I know it must feel great to be back home. 🙂 Now, go clean something!
Aaron is truly gifted, he sees what an artist sees. I feel the same as you at memorials, hard to put into words but it sticks there in your throat and twinges at your heart. Home sweet home couldn’t have been prettier, too bad the geese made you feel guilty for the trip! It’s the memories that make life so sweet. Happy Thanksgiving sweetie!
Looks great Lynda!! Maybe its a guy thing, but I could not see the fish ?? or make the rocks look like fish 🙂 lol Aarons picture of the sand and skyline are great !! ( the others are nice too , those just stood out to me !! ) That and the long road home 🙂 Thanks , I always enjoy reading your posts!!
The rocks, to me anyway, look like a fish when it comes to the surface of the water to catch a tasty something to eat. Sort of like Koi when you feed them and they lift their mouth up and out of the water.
So, the lower rock is the fish’s lower lip or jaw and the the upper rock is the nose of the fish. I also see a bulge on the side of the upper rock that suggests a fish’s eye.
Or perhaps it is simply that you don’t see him because a truly Magic fish is only visible to the person he is speaking to?. 😉
Hahahaha I guess the magic fish is speaking to me… I can now see it clearly !! lol 🙂
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Although I haven’t taken the time to comment, I have followed you on this grand journey. I love a road trip and I love to drive, although I’m not enamoured of busy highways, preferring to stick to the least travelled routes when possible. I’m sorry that your back pain made the travelling so unpleasant, but I’m so glad you had such an enjoyable and rejeuvenating visit with your friends, and that you came home with so many wonderful photos to show us.