Early morning Thursday and we are off on an adventure. Mackenzie and Drew decided it was time to tie the knot and they chose April 28th. With everybody in tow we headed to the airport at 4:30 AM (We follow all TSA guidelines, bless their hearts), it was the start of a great weekend. A wedding, seeing old friends, coming home, man, that's the kind of stuff that will keep you up at night.
The next few posts will be entitled 'Home Doggy Home", which my buddy Stewart said referring to my return. Sure would have liked to have seen him, but no time this trip. Turns out I screwed up and didn't invite several people who should have been there. My apologies. I didn't feel it was my place to invite an army to my daughter's wedding, so opted for a small company. Shoulda gone with the army.
Landing at Moline. Notice the trail coming from the upper wing a few seconds into the video. By the way, it was wet and cold while I was up here. And I loved it!
The next few posts will be entitled 'Home Doggy Home", which my buddy Stewart said referring to my return. Sure would have liked to have seen him, but no time this trip. Turns out I screwed up and didn't invite several people who should have been there. My apologies. I didn't feel it was my place to invite an army to my daughter's wedding, so opted for a small company. Shoulda gone with the army.
Drewm Norah, Kenzie and Brendan ready for the 2 hour flight home.
Fresh and ready to play my DS, read my Kindle, and ponder the possibilities. Who is that strange person?
We were treated to s spectacular sunrise. Well, at leads the people on the right side of the plane.
Drew reading, Kenze playing with Norah and Brendan napping.
Small cities coming alive with a new day.
Crossing over a wind farm area.
One of our first stops is the South Park Mall. What for? Why, our clandestine meeting with a certain Quad-City area-only treat: Whitey's!
Whitey, how I have dreamed of you, caressed your thick chocolaty goodness, savored your creamy...oops, sorry, let's continue.
After we dislodged at Best Western, I took Brendan to his buddy Matt's place in the country and then tooled over to the old stomping grounds around BFE. The colors are different up here, the ground so black and the empty spaces, and quiet, were a nice way to get in tune with my return.
Needless to say, it takes a few minutes to find something resembling this in St. Pete. It is in an isthmus (never used that word until now) and in order to get away from it all you have to trek across a bridge. I won't be in Florida forever: I shall return.
A dazzling Midwestern sunset closes out Day One.
Landing at Moline. Notice the trail coming from the upper wing a few seconds into the video. By the way, it was wet and cold while I was up here. And I loved it!
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