Something I ate or some random germ decided to wreak havoc with my stomach so I've had a quiet morning. Stayed in bed late, sipped some water, tried to ease into the day softly. I've got turkey backs from Triple S Farms simmering in a crockpot and I'm thinking about making some vegetable stew later.
I have a bunch of posts half started about the rest of our Missouri trip, but I never get to finishing them, so for now, I will just post some images for now.
First up, the Abraham Byrd house….you can just faintly see the 1827 date over the door. Side note, my husband isn't always a fan of my choice of roads. This one did have a kinda scary bridge…well, slab that was pretty much level with the creek running over it.
I loved this row of birdhouses so I had Ernie stop and I got out of the car with my camera. As I started to take a picture somebody yelled, "HEY!" Honestly, it was more like, "HEY!" I jumped and a guy stepped out into view. I yelled, "I like your birdhouses!" He said,"WHAT?" so I yelled, "I LIKE YOUR BIRDHOUSES!" and pointed to them. There was a long, long pause and he said, "oh." I took a picture, waved at him, and got in the car. Ernie waved to him as we drove off. Not sure if he waved back.
So many old houses in southeasatern Missouri have these double porches.
This motel sign reminded me of one we found near Alton, Illinois.
And God knows why, but this neon propane tank made ridiculously happy!
Not long after that, we wound our way into Springfield, but that's for another post.