So despite having a couple of false starts (aka car trouble), I opened up the throttle on I-94 West this morning around 10 am, Mr. Espada by my side. Actually by my side were also Ms. Galatea, who was holding Mr. Elliott Seabury (the doll that he is) in her lap.
We navigated south and west, toward Champaign, IL. I love the name of that town. I know, it's spelled differently, who knows why, but there it is...the bubbly midwestern town that goes by so fast you think you're in a supersonic jet passing another jet jockey going the opposite direction. Don't ask, just imagine.
So...better than words are pictures. Our route today consisted of many small towns as we headed west on I-94, connected to I-80 west, and then headed south via I-57 to tiny Tuscola; then west again through the even tinier, rural and agricultural town of Atwood. Just outside the town is an amazing mansion, a Victorian brick built circa 1875, the 3rd oldest house in the area. Its owner is equally amazing: a radio personality from Maui, who raises Alpacas in the midst of this vast farmland, and who loves dogs just as much a I do. Maybe more. She said Mr. Espada could sleep on the bed with me. She understands. :)
So...pics from our roaming today....rest stops galore, for walkies, treats, and a little exercise. Mr. E and I got at least 11,000 steps in today, just roaming around rest stops. Pretty cool.
We navigated south and west, toward Champaign, IL. I love the name of that town. I know, it's spelled differently, who knows why, but there it is...the bubbly midwestern town that goes by so fast you think you're in a supersonic jet passing another jet jockey going the opposite direction. Don't ask, just imagine.
So...better than words are pictures. Our route today consisted of many small towns as we headed west on I-94, connected to I-80 west, and then headed south via I-57 to tiny Tuscola; then west again through the even tinier, rural and agricultural town of Atwood. Just outside the town is an amazing mansion, a Victorian brick built circa 1875, the 3rd oldest house in the area. Its owner is equally amazing: a radio personality from Maui, who raises Alpacas in the midst of this vast farmland, and who loves dogs just as much a I do. Maybe more. She said Mr. Espada could sleep on the bed with me. She understands. :)
So...pics from our roaming today....rest stops galore, for walkies, treats, and a little exercise. Mr. E and I got at least 11,000 steps in today, just roaming around rest stops. Pretty cool.
