Autumn.
Such a lovely time of year…or so I hear. In Southern California we don’t get much in the way of fall so on our recent road trip we searched for signs of the changing seasons.
Near the painted desert in Arizona we did not see many signs of autumn.
But it was nice nonetheless.
We stayed in a charming Bed & Breakfast.
By the time we reached Missouri we began to see a few signs of fall colors. Not as much as expected. It seems fall is late this year and our trip was a little too early.
It was rather lovely at The Precious Moments Chapel in Carthage, Missouri.
If you don’t know the story (and I didn’t) about the founder of Precious Moments,
it is worth reading this touching story.
Ste, Genevieve, Missouri was our next stop. This is a quaint town along the Mississippi River.
Fall also means Homecoming and Football games. We attended a local Homecoming parade here and it brought back memories of fall days gone by.
The Mississippi River, clouds, and a bright blue sky also made me think fall.
Warm days and cool nights.
In Chicago, however, we pulled out our coats. We had the opportunity to take part in the Buffalo Bro radio show. Buffalo Bro is a true Chicago icon. A real cowboy in the Midwest. He is also a muralist and a professor when he is not hosting a University radio show.
(Did I mention he is also my brother-in law?)
Fall finally showed some of its colors in Wisconsin where we visited our granddaughter and her family.
Kansas offered miles and miles of farmlands.
And prairies… but not much else.
Heading home through the Rocky Mountains…
… we finally found the fall colors we were in search of.
Finally…
as we drove by Las Vegas in the early morning hours, we reflected on the 4,700 miles and 14 states traveled.
We returned home to 100 degree weather.
Coats went back in the closet and guess what?
I didn’t mind a bit.
After all…
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