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Road Trip

Mark, aka Wombie, and Holly, aka Ms Wombie, are always up for a road trip.  We jump, not so nimbly into the Jeep and head out for parts unknown.  Today we went east of town and some country road.  The mystery and excitement of an unknown road evokes some kind of need to explore.  Little boys explore by bicycle, but big boys scout in 4 wheels.  





We started out by finding this old school.  At first I couldn't figure out why there would be a chimney on a farm storage shed, but then it became obvious that this was, long ago, a country school.  Some owner along the way built a doorless shed on the the school.






 Perfect vistas.  









This is known locally as Horseshoe Bend.  The erosion caused by the creek reminded me of other places I've been but not Illinois.  Look at the trees and their exposed root systems.  It won't be long till another foot or so falls from the top and the natural re-definition of the creek and its bank changes once again.  I do love road trips.

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